I’m good for maybe one round a year, and even then it’s pretty much just an excuse to drink beer, recklessly zip around in a golf cart, and hang with the boys. And every so often, I land a miracle shot right on the green and I think to myself, even if only for a second, “I’m pretty good, this is fun.” And I go back to playing like hot garbage all over again.
I do enjoy it though.
I think Luke Combs kind of summed it up best.
I hate golf. I quit golf. I can’t wait to play tomorrow.
That being said, I was always under the impression golf was a gentleman’s game. Fancy country clubs, dress codes… a certain level of decorum was necessary and, to be honest, that’s kind of why I always stayed away.
But I was wrong. BOY, was I wrong. One quick search through YouTube and there are dozens and dozens of golf course brawl videos… and they’re HILARIOUS.