I've never watched the Family Guy so when this popped up on my Facebook feed the other day, it was the first I'd seen of it:
I found it hilarious, partially because, well, it just is, and partially because I know some people with the same attitude as the guy there. They claim to love the game yet appear from the outside to hate it. They play golf whenever they can, practice when they can't play, watch the PGA Tour, LPGA Tour, or Web.com Tour (and would watch the local am tour if it was televised) when they can't practice, and when none of those are possible, they are cleaning their clubs or shopping online for a new hybrid or chipper or training aid sure to knock a stroke or two off of their handicaps.
Seemingly every free moment is spent obsessing over the game they love ... except for those 4 hours on the course. Those 4 hours are spent shanking and cursing and chunking and cursing and slamming clubs and cursing and asking rhetorical questions to the air, and, oh, did I mention cursing??? It's gone beyond the point of confusion to sheer amusement at this point. The only part that still frustrated me a bit is knowing that it can be changed. I used to be a little bit like that. I've broken at least two clubs during a fit of frustration over the years - and thrown countless others - but over time I've come to realize that this game is not to be taken that seriously. That's why it's called a game.
On those days where everything is seemingly going wrong, I'm now able to laugh it off and remind myself that even if I'm not going to break 90, there is still probably nothing else I'd rather be doing with my free time.
On the other hand, if I'm not going to break 100?? All bets are off and those clubs might end up in a lake. As Kevin Costner once said so eloquently in Bull Durham ... "$%&^ this $&^%ing game!"