After 40 years, I can finally say it: I hate golf – Kevan Christie
Sad news of a break-up this week folks.
Not a messy divorce as such – it’s amicable and both parties will stay friends but a parting of the ways nevertheless.
Given the circumstances and the amount of water that has passed under the bridge, myself and the game of golf have decided to pursue a conscious uncoupling.
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Hide AdWe’re calling it quits and will go our separate ways – I’ll no longer be told what to wear and what time to arrive and golf will be free to carry on like it has been doing since a Scottish guy, who was waiting for the boozer to open, invented it in the 15th century.
My priority now is to give the clubs a good home, they’ve decided they’re going to stay with their golf and we both think it’s for the best.
I don’t even need to see them on weekends and I know they’ll be fine.
Having walked off again after nine holes in the Tuesday medal at my local course for a ‘no return’ score – taking the best part of two hours to get to this point – I decided it was time to take stock and carry out a personal golfing inventory.