The dog sits on the edge of the boardwalk. A hat rests next to it. Both look towards the battleship far ahead of them. Back in the parking lot, the car is stopped, waiting. Always waiting. A t-rex, penguin, and rubber ducky sit in the hand of a child who is more interested in playing with them than the piles of cash sitting in front of her.
And I, here, the lowly and forgotten iron, sit in jail, watching as all my hopes for victory slip away There may be no winner yet, but it is clear that I will be a loser. I always loose no matter who I play.
God I hate this game.