I have a friend, Bobby, who is an avid golfer. Because I play hockey, he felt that I would naturally take to the sport because of similar mechanics to the game. So, at his encouragement, I gave it a try. I spent a couple thousand buying the best clubs, bag, time at the driving range, ect. I began to get fairly good and competative. One morning I went out to play 18, but I just wasn't feeling my best. I decided to call it a day after just 9 holes. I headed home to find another car parked out in front of my house. Sneaking in, I crept throughthe downstairs to hear two people upstairs. I crept upstairs and down teh hall to my bedroom where the door was cracked. I peeked in and on my bed, Bobby was screwing my girlfriend! I was pissed! I burst through the door like a wild man!. Surprised, Bobby had no fight so I grabbed him by the man hood and drug him out the door, down the stairs and through th kitchen into the garage. There, I stuck his johnson in a vise and squeezed it real tight, Crying Bobby pleaded "I'm sorry, Jonny, I'm sorry. Your not gonna cut it off are you?" I responded "No, you are. I'm gonna set the garage on fire."