Actually that is quite profound. I found the game a tease, quite unfulfilling. I spent a dime on clubs, dust collectors, and squandered more on lessons, fees, betting. I see many people get addicted. It actually has their lives revolving around tee times. The country club. The fees. You mean I have to pay $100. to knock this little white ball in 18 holes? What? The cart is extra?
Also, my friends Dads all played, mine, went fishing. I tried to fit, do something with the guys. Half of them, dentists, doctors fill up the ice chest with beer, and are staggering by 18. All the efforts to seduce this game, one I was not brought up on scrounging sodi pop bottles, were for nothing. This is the date you spend the most on, and she lets herself out of the car and says, you are not good enough for me. Not a kiss, just a slap in the face. I never got good at golf.
Other sports I have such a low level of proficiency I am embarrassed to participate in. Snow skiing, polo, tennis and fox hunting. The way I view it, I am commoner. I grew up playing stickball, whiffle ball, baseball, football and basketball. If we did not have a time for a game we would simply play catch or shootaround some horse. Take some bp. Even play a form of rugby, smear the queer. Probably a name change today in these lifestyle choices times. The different lifestyle person would pick up the ball, and we would all attack him. Strip the ball, or get him tackled. I estimate these commoner sports are ill suited to advance to a golf or polo match. I must admit during high school people in the golf club did not fare well in smear the different lifestyle person game.
My reasons for abandoning it altogether? The costs. Join the club, you pay, just to golf you pay fees. You always have to upgrade clubs. Gotta get that graphite titanium boron super club. The time, man does that game sponge some time or what? Long course 18 take you all day. Especially if you are hoofin it. And if you play fast you are cheating yourself. My time is limited, and an entire day is costly. The knuckleheads on the course. Have you been hit by someone behind you? Seriously injured? Not me, but let me tell you, that is just luck. I had my share within a yard, most times I could turnaround and see the person. No four? I would yell. What these fools do not know, or don't care is I have the geriatric foursome in front of me. These guys make sloths look like cheetahs. You ever seen the type? One guy had a walker, would put it on and off the cart. Needless to say with the jackrabbits behind me and the slugs in front of me I was pinned, and the gap closed. And this is relaxation?
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