Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for June 21, 1993
Transcript:
Irving: I hooked every drive...sliced into the rough..blew six strokes on a two-putt.. I clutched. I choked. I reeked. I humiliated myself. I was pathetic! Why do I even try to play this miserable game?! Cathy: Forget golf, honey! Be with me! A woman! Why play golf when you could spend the summer dancing down the fairway of love with a woman??! Irving: Golf is less frustrating.