the lost ball.

We've all been there: plodding around in the long grass looking for our wayward tee shot. Okay, I guess we haven't all been there.

The great thing about ugly golf sweaters are that they require zero pre-existing knowledge of golf to be enjoyed - Unlike watching or playing golf which I imagine would be torture for anyone who doesn't understand what the fuck is going on. It's like when somebody tries to make me watch porn.

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The image of two golfers searching for a lost ball is actually quite bleak, something they've echoed in the dim colour scheme. I don't actually mind this sweater but it's too small. I guess I'll have to invent a growth-ray that enlarges anything caught in its beam. Or give it to the next lady friend that takes an interest. Whichever happens first.