i was once addicted to golf. i would wish the waves were flat just so i could golf without feeling like i’m missing anything. imagine being a pro surfer waking up every morning hoping the waves were junk? that’s crazy when i look back at it. i lost hundreds of balls, i spent thousands of dollars on equipment, more thousands of dollars on course fees, i spent hours and hours practicing, and i spent many sleepless nights thinking about my bad score, and i broke a few clubs out of frustration. never again!
but, hitting the ball out of bounds, 5 putts on the green, laughing at each other, and hiding each others balls were the highlights of my golf career. 20 years ago, i hit a lucky hole in one. after that, i retired. never again…
