Can I tell you something?
I used to love playing golf. Actually, that’s not accurate. I loved it when I was playing well, which in the bloom of my youth was more often than not, but I despised it when I hacked the course up. On those days, I would toss my clubs in the trunk, slam the lid, and swear I was done with the game. That resolve lasted until midway home when I remembered the 8th hole and how I’d hit a gorgeous low hook around a tree, then after flubbing the chip, made a downhill, sidehill 12-footer for par. So I kept going back.