Failed to break 90 again (or 100 or 80 or par)? – There’s a nap for that.
Can’t get a job? – There’s a nap for that.
Can’t pay your mortgage? – There’s a nap for that.
Can’t maintain a relationship? – There’s a nap for that.
Home flooded by an accident or mother nature? – There’s a nap for that.
Can’t afford to play golf? – Yeah, there’s a nap for that, too.
Home subsequently flooded with raw sewage because of an aggressively freaky tree root? – There’s a nap for that.
Insurance companies getting you down? – There’s a nap for that.
Homeless? – There’s a nap for that.
Feeling depressed? – There’s a nap for that.
Accepting a charity round of golf from friends and still can’t break 90 (or 100 or 80 or par)? – There’s a nap for that.
IRS after your ass? – There’s a nap for that.
Realizing you’re a screw-up and letting everyone down including yourself? – Oh, there’s definitely a nap for that.
Still can’t maintain a relationship and now you know why? There’s a nap for that.
Feeling like a complete failure and not doing anything about it? – Oh boy is there a nap for that.
Knowing how “easy” it is to maintain a golf blog and not writing on it for months? – There’s a nap for that.
Drunken blogging and baring your pathetic soul? Hopefully … Priceless. (Hook me up, MasterCard.)
It’s a blog. I never claimed to be a professional (at this).
Times are tough – sweet dreams to all. And even sweeter awakenings.
I originally intended on ending this with a promise to be better about posting more frequently, but let’s be real – there may be a nap for that.