“Birthday party?” yelled Michael in mock astonishment. “That’s something the heathens do. How the mighty have fallen, O holy one of God. But sure. Free food and drink? Count us in.” He looked over the fairway, took a deep breath of the clean morning air, and flashed a toothy grin at his buddy. “Now, get ready to pay homage to the true king of the fairway. This baby’s rollin’ to center cup. Move over, amateur, and take notes on how it’s done.” You probably know people like David and Michael. You might
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