Just curious, but by this logic, why do you still play?
Who needs reasons, Kev? Some of us just need it I guess.
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Once you've tasted that buzz, that isolation, that freedom from all those bullshit p**ks who get on your nerves in everyday life, that "being at one with your clubs and the ball, those 4ms of impact that feel like 5 minutes when you compress the **** out of the ball, that sweet sweet roll of the ball on a perfect green, the anticipation of a ball in the air which needs to land 4 feet over the bunker lip and stop quick when you know its spinning like a flying saucer and if it carries the bunker it's perfect and in that moment it means everything to you etc etc.
I wish sometimes I'd never tasted it, cos sometimes the after taste is very bitter.