It's like saying" I'm a Bulgarian." or " I'm a Protesant from Ohio." It's not what you do, but who you are. You are a golfer. "I'm a bowler " is another thing that comes close. Some of these pastimes are religions /identities unto themsleves.
Do you leave a glove on your left hand while engaging in the love relation? Admit it. You know you want to. Is there always a ball maker in your pocket? Just in case, you might need to mark your ball in the middle of a wedding or a business meeting. Admit it. Are you tan and very time you try on a shirt or a pair of slacks, is your ability to swing a club your only concern?
Admit it.You don't dream of supermodels or George Clooney, you dream of three hundred yard drives and sixty foot putts that go once around the hole and drop in like an atomic bomb. Boo yeah!
Is it a geezer sport? Yes and no. By a merciful god , the last thing you will do on this earth is sink a birdie putt on the eighteenth hole before grabbing your chest and going face down. In the meanwhile, knock off early and get eighteen in before dark. Or seventeen , play the last hole in the dark.
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