There is a form of torture here in Arizona that forces one to spend about 6 hours during the heat of the day, with the temperature hovering around 115 degrees engaged in an activity frought with frustration.
Golf.
Yes, that's my brother playing his lie in what is called an "Arizona Desert Course".
It was brutal out there. I almost died.
I know there is no sympathy for us, since we were participating in a voluntary recreational activity reserved mostly for the upper class. Well, there's the rub. It is now very evident why the cheapest place to play golf in the world is an "Arizona Desert Course" in the middle of Summer in the middle of the day.
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