I'm a sportswriter. I didn't even yell at the foursome in front of me, which was slower than glaciers and never invited me to play through. Next time you play at that pace, consider embalming yourselves instead. So I did. Life's too short, and all that.
Men do strange things to play golf.
I once knew a guy who would routinely tell his wife he had a meeting in Columbus, the capital being a four-hour round trip from his home, four hours also being the time he needed to play 18 holes. It was amazing how many meetings he had between May and October. I felt like I was getting away with something Wednesday. I know I will be punished for it. Life just isn't that fair.