SR found a set of golf clubs in a closet of recreational equipment that he sweetly took it upon himself to clean out and organize. So of course we had to go out and have him hit a golf ball at the South Pole. Which turned out to be easier said than done. (Dad, he requests that you not watch the first video, in which he both whiffs and somehow lets go of the club on his follow-through. The second video = success.)
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