Go ahead, you can admit it to me. I won't tell, I promise.
You've used the foot wedge, haven't you? You've taken too many mulligans. Heck, I bet you've hit a few into the woods, teed it back up and didn't take the stroke.
You are a cheater.
And what of it, I say? Yes, you've cheated. I've cheated. I use the foot wedge, and far too liberal winter rules, and take too many mulligans, and countless other rules infractions. Heck, I'm willing to bet that I cheat every single round.
I hurt myself and my golf game; I've probably deflated my handicap by a couple of strokes (and considering my handicap, that's pretty sad) and as a result I don't have a true gauge of my skill. I might've even gloated to my father-in-law over a win that I didn't deserve because he gave me a few strokes too many.
But, I don't play in tournaments. I don't bet on golf. I try to enjoy the game and, if a foot wedge or two helps me enjoy the game, what of it?