Yesterday my beloved and I went to the Waste Management (Phoenix Open) in Scottsdale. We had tickets to one of those boxes on the 16th green where some scantily clad girl brings you a bloddy mary at 10:00 in the morning if you want her to. Or all day food and drinks. We got there early and made our way around to the box. We had a hot chocolate and high taled it out of there before the swarms of people came and the real drinking began. The 16th green is a frenzy of fans who will boo the players if they come up a few yards short of the hole. Fans who place bets on which caddy will make it from the tee to the green first, and scream and shout at the top of their lungs while watching it. It was entertaining. But not us.
I don't play, but would like to learn someday. It's part of his life and so it's part of mine.
Until then though, I'll just be happy to drive the cart.