Why I don’t do weddings

Because I’ve been near/to/in/around/the groom in one. I’d be standing up there, sweating in my stiff white collar, looking out across chlorinated water at perfectly-mown zoysiagrass. So close to the cool of the pool or the sublime goodness of playing a few twilight holes at Cordillera Ranch. That’s the first tee there.

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