I want to cry. Four women and two men are in this class. This is the third in a series of six lessons, for which each student has shelled out 175 bucks. Putting and chipping were covered in the earlier classes. Before the class begins, I sidle up to two of the women.
Women have a better grasp of self-destructive behavior than men have.
Maybe they'll listen to reason. Maybe they'll see that, sure, it's a great game, but it'll break your heart, too, because it takes years to play well, and you never, ever master it. But, no, they're too far gone. If my wife and I played this game together, I tell her, we'd each be speed-dialing a divorce lawyer by the third hole. She seems nice, too.