I consider myself to be nothing more than an amateur golfer, not an astoundingly good one, but not one either that would make you consider giving up the game and taking up something a little interesting; such as waiting for the next ice age to arrive.
There are many things that I love about this great game; the mental testing, the fatigue factor, that gust of wind which can change a hole from a benign par 4, into a test of beast of golfing ingenuity.
Then there is the camaraderie on the course from fellow players, John Daly’s dress sense, Tiger Woods saying “Tigurrrrrrrr!” every time he hits a bad shot (which is now worryingly frequent), Peter Alliss style of commentary, akin to an avuncular fireside chat over a packet of Werther’s Originals. There’s the delight of nailing a perfect approach shot to the heart of the green, watching that lengthy putt topple joyously into the hole and the all-too infrequent gasps of admiration from the watching crowd (in my mind…) as you thump a glorious drive 300 yards down the middle of the fairway.
But appreciate the strange world of golf equipment terminology? Not a chance; can you?