I was golfing so poorly on Saturday afternoon that I straight-up walked off the course in the middle of the round, for the first time since I was like 14 years old. Literally unhooked my bag from the cart, told Kyle I was sorry for being a little bitch, but I had better things to do on a beautiful autumn afternoon than have the biggest golf-related physical and mental breakdown of my entire life, and walked 400 yards back to the clubhouse.
Big ups to Kyle for finishing his round and appropriately filling out the scorecard.
