A few months ago, we noodled here on the notion that golf is in a state of decline. Memorial Day weekend is a good time to test out the various theories.
Getting a tee time? No problem. Even at the last minute (Note: I play county courses). The twosome we were to be paired with? They never showed up. Somewhere around the 5th hole at The Ponds at Battle Creek, the extent of golf’s demise became apparent: Its success depends on one’s inability to remember just how infuriating an afternoon of relaxation can be.
Your News Cut host loves golf, although there’s a limit to the depths of any romance.