...which sport would it be?
Uh, Arnie, Jack, Tiger, Sunday Scaries? Yeah, that sounds pretty fuckin' nice to me. Rollin' around in my Benz golf cart sippin' mules and blasting long drives into the ocean from my deck? YUP.
Well, those were my initial thoughts, at least. But then drunk me had a revelation: surfer. Blonde luscious flow, sunkissed skin, always on the water, jacked as hell purely from shredding, Reef Girls. And be the GOAT to boot? That sounds fuckin' choice. And at the end of the day, you're living in a tropical climate that's probably littered with five-star golf courses that you can afford because you're rich as fuck from being a sick surfer.
At the end of the day, I can't decide between being Roy McAvoy or Johnny Tsunami. So,