I just never could get into the zen or whatever it is that makes chasing a little ball around the grass fun.

I apparently didn't inherit a golf gene as evidenced by the fact that I think crowds following golfers in tournaments must be sun struck. It isn't as if there was anything mental or physical going on, no survival skills are being sharpened when the only mental thing is figuring out that you need to hit the ball toward a little hole, isn't that pretty basic thinking?

Granted it is a survival skill to be able to swing a club and hit something but how many golpher heads can you whack off and eat before golpher starts tasting not so good? In the old days we let the little kids with clubs chase the golphers and we went after bear and buffalo.

Maybe if the ball was moving when you hit it (kinda like baseball) but it is after all standing still and no one is allowed to talk or anything. That is fun?? Think about it, a little ball, perfectly balanced club, grass is mowed, nothing is moving, what sport is there in that? At least you should have to make your own club.

If it wasn't for the fact that you can say you could beat the other person and gain a little stature in eyes of other golphers (whoops I meant golfers, I think) why do it. It surely can't be a macho thing. Walking around with a dinky little club and daintlly swinging at a little golf ball is macho? Not.

Like I mentioned, no golf gene was handed down