One thing I noted about golfers, they were dedicated to practice. The near endless sound of whoosh-crack! echoed toward me from the near-by driving range in a monotonous drone of drivers hitting golf balls over and over and over again until I was about ready to throttle some of them with their own precious equipment.

The moment I arrived-Mom flatly refused to assist this time and I reluctantly accepted she was right I'd lost my mind to even consider running to Alicia's ...