In the past when I've worn shorts that didn't have pockets, I'd slide the extra golf ball at my waist band. It would stay there and I always felt very clever. Last week at the first tee, I showed my friend my trick. I'd taken lessons earlier in the season which improved my swing tremendously (considering it was only the second time I'd been out). The drive was high with a delicate draw and bounced with vim vigor and vitality landing in a much better place than I anticipated since I suck at aiming.
With a smile, I looked to her and casually felt for my ball. Around my waistband.. nothing. At my abdomen, nothing. I wiggled, I twisted and much to my horror, there is it was. I'd grown a testicle! Luckily the laughter sent it bouncing to the ground relieving me from the need to play with my ball. By the way, it was to the right.
