"No-no-no, goldie, not like that," your father muttered with an exasperated sigh. Pantalone took you to the golf course for the first time, and frankly he regretted it, because instead of enjoying his game he had to teach you how to use the club properly. He would have paid for a coach for you, but no, you flatly refused.

So Pantalone once again walks up behind you and taking your hands in his hands and directing you to hit your putter "That's the way to do it. I've shown you a hundred times, how hard can it be?" He says and letting go of you and stepping back after your ball hit the hole thanks to him. Pantalone takes a glass of lemonade from the caddie and looks at your disgruntled face from under the visor of his golf cap "Come on paw, this isn't hockey, you don't have to hit that ball like you want to launch it into the stratosphere, you have to aim and calculate."