We used to play croquet in the backyard all the time. In the summers we would play on most evenings as a family and because my exmormon dad took it so seriously like he does golf, we would have to suffer through his numerous “practice swings” that seemed to last for 5 minutes. He would gloat when we missed, which made it extra funny when my exmormon dad missed his shot miserably. My sister eventually stopped playing because she found his poor sportsmanship to be intolerable. We haven’t had a good game of croquet in a long time! Too long!
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