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I often play golf with my father. Since I play golf on a college team, my father doesn't stand a chance of beating me. He is, without question, one of the worst golfers I've ever played with! In fact, I think even a beginner could beat him.

At times, my father will cheat at golf. He'll kick the ball to put it in a better position. I'm not opposed to his occasional tricks. Even when I see him cheat, I still let him get away with it for the sake of the game. It helps keep the game interesting for both of us.

My father often hits the ball in the wrong direction. I remember one time my father hit a duck with his ball by accident! I really felt for the duck. My father's ball hit it right on the head! It quacked angrily and flew away.

"Don't worry, Dad," I said. "The duck is likely to make a full recovery."

My father asked, "Where did that duck come from? It shouldn't be on the golf course."

"The duck wasn't on the golf course, Dad," I pointed out to my father.