Golf, I just don’t get it. Walking around a manicured course hitting a ball to try to get it down a far-distant tiny hole. You might get it it the sand-pit, or it may fall into a water-trap. So what? If you want the exercise, go for a long walk along a nature trail instead.
Many golfers don’t even bother to get the exercise. They drive around in little carts, so they only have to walk a few feet to take their next hit. And most don’t carry the clubs any longer; using little trolleys, or paying someone else to carry them instead.
Then there are the clothes.
Okay, they might not wear this stuff anymore, but you have to be suitably attired even now.
And don’t get me started on watching this so-called ‘sport’ on TV. I would sooner watch paint dry on a wall.
I know that the top players can earn untold millions, but that still doesn’t attract me. I don’t like that ‘golf club’ atmosphere, or the fact that it seems to be almost compulsory in some careers to take up the game. ‘Deals done by the 18th hole’, and all that stuff.
Then there is the fact that some people who are obsessed with golf are just not my kind of people.
Sorry, golf fans. I don’t like it.