Eight airtight excuses for buying new golf clubs, courtesy of our readers.
The dog ate my other ones.
I want to support the economy.
My putter somehow snapped over my knee.
My driver is cursed after slicing a ball into a cemetery.
Civilisation is ending, and Australian currency will be useless soon.
Yada, yada, stimulus cheque.
Look good, feel good. Feel good, play good. Play good, look good.
I’m cleansing all things 2020 from my life.
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