If you spend enough time on golf courses, you are bound to be involved in or bear witness to a scuffle. Nothing puts polo-clad white dudes in the mood to scrap like golf’s combination of heat, frustrating gameplay, and cheap beer. Things usually cool down before any punches are thrown, but sometimes you get something…
If you’re gonna try to roast the Spelling Bee for being soft, the worst sin you can commit is bringing that weak shit (noun: substandard effort or soft response, e.g. “Kevin liked the Warriors, but they lost because they brought that weak shit.”).
The past was awful. It was a time of choleric ignoramuses flopping around in their own shit and killing each other for entertainment. I feel bad for everyone who lived before today.