There's nothing quite like getting to your favorite track and feeling confident that today you will get the best of this course. You then proceed to tee up your first drive and smash it in the lumber yard.
"Ahh Jeez, for the love of (insert favorite religious icon)! Why do I always shank this *bleep*ing drive?" Please see Albert Einstein's definition above. Any questions?
So, we've learned that insanity is involved in being a weekend hack but, what about the relationship? This is also a complex situation. Golf is the underdog hopeless romantic that succeeds just like in those sappy romantic comedies. The good eventually outweighs the bad.
Ironically, there is more bad than good for the 50 million average golfers. Out of the 100 + strokes we take every round maybe 20-25% are close to what we wanted (this being good). The other 75-80% land where they land and we recover and bitch about it (the bad).
Where is the love? Well, you know...the one shot that will keep you coming back. And that shot is like cupid's arrow finding your rear. What we have here is a biased scale. Even though the bad out-numbers the good, it doesn't matter because the one good shot carries so much weight that we forget about the rest of the round. Insane, isn't it?
Albert Einstein must have been on to something.
Hit'em long...yell E=MC2!