Golfer Talking Trash

I’m cool, warmed up, loose. I’m gonna crack this ball straight down the fairway all the way to the white post, clean and straight. Yeah. I’m the king of the worm burners, oh, no, I’m the baddest Tiger of these here woods. Ha ha, not bad, I launched that there rocket clean into that oak, missed my forehead, missed my partner, never you mind. I’m out on the fairway now. I’m cool, warmed up, loose. Got my eye on the ball. King of Zen. Just swing and … yeah. Okay. I’m King of the beach blanket beee-ing go. Okayyy. No problem. Golf is about practice and practice make perfect. Okay, closed my eyes there. Splash? Splash it is. Okay, I’m Chipping King, just smack that ball into that little ole hole. God’s be with me. Whew. I’m the man. Ain’t I the man? Blow me a-way! It’s all won on the greens guys. Ain’t I the King? Didn’t I just chip right in? Ever see anything like that before? MMMhmm. You on for five on the next hole?