Golf. You know golf, the game for people with not enough frustrations in their lives already. It seems a game for whom life is good, for whom the sandtraps and water hazards of life are not enough. Their lives don't contain sufficient challenge; they seek the trial of striking a tiny object a mighty distance with another small object. But they could take up hitting a pea with a pencil, or learn pingpong. Golf has prestige--and cool equipment. What golfer can't resist the notion that new clubs will help their game, or a better ball, a different glove. Plus, there's golf carts!
I played on Monday in Hot Springs, Thursday in Howard, and Friday in Madison. That should be enough frustration for anyone in a week. Then again, there was that long putt that curved and dropped, that nice chip shot that rolled up near the hole . . .