I played softball while I was growing up. I also was a cheerleader in high school. We had one uniform and one set of pom-pons. You may only have so many clubs in your bag at once (13), so why on earth are there 147 clubs at my house? They are standing toe-down in just about every corner. We once even had one that made its home on the fireplace for about three weeks. I was trying to see how long it would take my husband to move it. He never did. He must think they’re decorative. I’ve mentioned selling them on ebay, and he swears he will, but he keeps putting it off. When I mentioned getting rid of the putter that is in the garage, he gave me such a sad look that I gave in. He hasn’t used that putter in about three years, and I’ll bet he didn’t even know where it was. I don’t even know how to mention the golf balls. Our dog finds one or two a week and chews them to bits. My husband doesn’t care much because there are always more. He gets sleeves of balls for Christmas, sleeves at every tournament and balls he just finds along the way. Finally, the tees. I find them in his pockets, in the laundry, on the floorboards of the car and also in the dog’s mouth. I haven’t even mentioned the ball-markers, hats, gloves, rain gear and even the bags — we have to have a few of those too, right? Sometimes, I wish my husband were a cheerleader.

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