DeWese--Revealing Handicaps And Other Impairments

Some days I come home and mope because I've been asked so often about my golf game. Last Christmas, my depression was so severe that my family went out and bought me one used left-handed driver and a cardboard box full of about 100 used golf balls. That's my golf set.

Last May, I snuck on a golf course with my set in one of those big black plastic yard bags. Shot an 83. Then I quit halfway down the sixth fairway. It was getting dark, my back was killing me and I only had 17 balls left in the bag.