Sunday, several unlucky victims played 18-holes of golf with me as part of the Columbia Business School tourney. No casualties, except for a golf cart fender. It has been noted, however, that the picture at left shows I'm winding up enough for two drives on a single swing.
It's obvious that this is a game that's evolved to particularly appeal to middle-aged men living in the suburbs. There's little if any actual physical effort, given that you drive from shot to shot in a cart -- much like suburban life in general. And it's the only sport I've seen you can playing in Dockers (TM) while drinking beer (that was delivered to you on the course, no less.)
Maybe we need an urban version -- you walk from each hole to another (with a subway between particulary remote spots.) Plus, if do try to use a cart, there's no place to park it.
