Golf is a maddening sport. Nothing is as frustrating as not hitting a still and resting ball straight. EVERY SINGLE TIME I play golf, I ask myself at some point during an 18-hole round why I play this stupid game. And then boom...one great shot, one solid round, one 50 foot putt sink, and you are wanting more.
Golf is a mental battle. It's an ongoing struggle and mission of doing better than the last time. It is a sport in which you are playing to beat the course - the course is your opponent. Admittedly, this took me a while to understand. What fun is it in trying to beat yourself? Trying to beat my last round and not another player? I quickly realized that golf encompasses competitiveness that leads me to returning to the course and spending hours and hours at the driving range.
Even though it drives me crazy and I find myself wanting to chuck my putter 50 feet into the face of a tree, I come back. I come back because golf is my sanctuary. Whether I am alone, with my dad who introduced the game to me, or my friends, I am in my sanctuary when I am playing golf.