No one really likes playing golf. Sure, they enjoy the nice weather, the socialization and probably some of the exercise, but golf is actually a game of love. It’s not the healthy, stable, mature kind of love. It’s the kind that you had once when you had the hots for a girl and she wouldn’t even look your way no matter what you did, so one day you decided you hated her, and decided to ignore her forever. Then she waves and smiles at you a couple hours later, and you’re right back into it, trying desperately to get that old feeling again. That’s golf. You walk around for hours cursing yourself and the pagan Gods of Golf, then you hit a good shot, and it hooks you in once more.
But throughout history, golf has been known primarily as a game that’s done purely to get away from wives for a few hours. It’s not fun for many men, so they drink, smoke and wear clothes that would get them laughed out of any other public establishment just to make it more interesting.
Recently in Atlanta, some golfers took their efforts to new level.
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