I once thought I would be the last person to ever play the game, but around 14 years ago my boy wanted to play, so we got him some lessons, had an old set of clubs cut down and he played with his Grandpa. Then he came home and wanted to play. So, I figured I'd gave it a try for the kid. I had such a " could care less how I played" attitude, which I am sure goes against everything about the game that I found it a lot of fun, no pressure , and enjoyable . Nothing serious, just a good day on the green with my boy and his friends, lots of laughs. So I play a couple of years with them and their Dad, have fun, establish good form in some areas and also some bad habits that I try to work on. Then I stop playing for around 6 years. Fast fwd to this Friday and the same boys, all out of college and into careers and girlfriends, drive their rocket ship cars from all of where life spread them out to and back to my area and we hit the turf. We warm up at the driving range. I am slicing to the right like crazy. I tell myself to slow the heck down and have a more steady swing. Ping, the balls are now going straight. Hit the course and I played my best game EVER! Hell I was tired and we did all 18. Don't get me wrong, I consider myself to be kinda decent maybe player, nothing more. Nothing to brag about, probably more luck than skill. The boys are going for distance in their driving and losing a lot of balls into the woods etc. Much better players, but always going for distance. The Old Fart is steady and hitting mostly straight. The turtle and the hares. Gotta love it. I know a lot of guys hate golf, others love it and others like me, they like it and don't take golf or much else too seriously, and are fine with that.