To compensate for the boss’s recent vacation, the hard-working staff at Campaign Outsider got Thursday off and went a-golfing, the first time in ten years we’ve struck a ball in anger.

It was not a pretty sight.

We have long contended that the better you get at golf, the less fun you have. Exhibit A: this exchange a number of years ago with our brother Robert , who is a fabulous golfer and pretty much remembers every shot he’s ever made.

CO: So how was your business trip to the West Coast?

ROBERT: Good – I played Palm Springs.

CO: How’d you do?

ROBERT: Okay . . . I got my first hole-in-one.

CO: Wow – that’s great.

ROBERT:  Yeah. I walked onto the green and thought, ‘Thank God I don’t have to putt.’

We rest our case.

Not surprisingly, given our innate ineptitude, it’s always been fun to beat our way around a golf course, and today was no exception. Today was also the umpteenth time we’ve failed to achieve our lifelong golfing dream, which is to shoot not our age, but our IQ.

Just can’t get that low.