Mark Twain, the great American humorist and writer, once called golf “a good walk spoiled.”
While I hesitate to quibble with Twain, a man of such remarkable intellect, I respectfully disagree. Then again, I don’t walk when I play golf. I ride.
No doubt, Twain had a point, to a point. A poor round of golf can spoil your day if you let it. This past weekend, I played in a 54-hole golf tournament. Yes, I rode. At this juncture in life, after having played golf for more than 50 years, I do not let golf, no matter how putridly I play, spoil my day.