Our son is one of the millions, if not billions, of people who enjoy golf. I sort of admire the way it combines eccentric sartorial styles with exercise (not unlike bowling, especially in terms of the shoes and the chicken wings).
There isn't a weekend that goes by without a TV broadcast of a major tournament somewhere in the world for inordinate amounts of money. Heck, there's even a Golf Channel. I like the way the announcers whisper all the stroke-by-stroke action, though I suspect they are acres away from the actual playing surfaces and golfers.
I'm not denying it's a popular sport, just NOT in my house. I agree with Mark Twain when it comes to my interest in it, but you do you. I might get excited if some slight changes to the game could be made to include croquet mallets instead of clubs, and swinging at the golf balls while driving a golf cart. Perhaps I'd consider a driver and swinger pairing as opposed to just one player; I'm trying to be flexible to grow the sport.
What I didn't know, and you'll think I'm making it up, but I'm not, was that over a century ago, there was a forerunner to my idea, auto-polo, albeit briefly. It seemed to have a whacker and a driver, but was a tad short on airbags, seatbelts, and/or safety helmets.
Should we resurrect it and truly Make America Great Again? You better honk!
-bill kenny
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