Death, Taxes, and Leslie Nielsen

It’s days like today that I’m glad I don’t have hyperthymesia. Although having total recall for every detail in one’s life may be incredibly useful, I am glad that my memory of a favorite little book only went so far.

There are few sure things in life. I can tell you in no uncertain terms that if I pick up Leslie Nielsen’s Stupid Little Golf Book, I’m going to laugh. Something about the parody in this book drives pure sophomoric joy into my heart. The art of encouraging the average golfer to magnify the bad habits he so desperately works to eliminate in his quest to become a better player.

It’s good to remember that this book will make me laugh, but it’s good to not completely remember what’s coming. Picking this book up today, I new I would laugh but forgot how hard I would cry.

So welcome to Dear ol’ Dad’s Book Club and our first recommendation for the year. Even Amazon reviews confirm a great read for non-golfers.

  
Enjoy-

-DoD