There are probably topics that are more boring to hear about than golf if one does not play golf, but I can’t think of many. Detailed procedure of root canals. The plight of the silk worm. Someone else’s kid’s toilet training woes. No, I still think golf wins.
I know, I know. I respect the game. Glad as I am for the joy it brings so many members of my family, and though I adored the heyday of unfortunate golf attire (oh, Grandpa Phil in your high-waisted shades of brown plaid pants), standing around listening to the intricacies of how to hold the club, or hole 16 of East Buttcreek Georgia will never be as good as a big wedge of coconut key lime pie.