Sometimes It pays to wreak havoc

I went golfing today.

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Well, I went and walked around on some golf holes with other people. We had golf clubs, I'm fairly positive about that. But not clubs where people who know how to golf become members. The golf clubs that one associates with hitting (like other types of clubs: maces, baseball bats, etc.) things. Oh, I know that most people mentally link golf clubs with hitting golf balls. However, it doesn't have that connection for me yet. The other members of my party managed to make that connection on numerous occasions throughout the night, but I just swung my Neanderthal weapon in the air and proclaimed my masculinity by blaming other things, like the grass, for my failures. I think the other men in my tribe were convinced.

And in the end I managed to support my long standing opinion about golf. It is a social event. Hitting balls with those weapons takes skill, but talking and walking around with other people only takes other people who are also willing to walk around and talk. It's not like basketball where you can get noticeably better in the course of a game. When playing a round of golf you improve very slightly because you only hit the ball 3-4 times for each hole (I was playing scramble or else I would have had to hit the ball quite a bit more). But men like me hate just walking around talking. We need a goal, so we talk while heading to the next spot that someone will hit a ball. After complimenting, commiserating, or smack talking, we get back to the real reason that any of us are out on the golf course. Interacting in a social manner that fits our psyche.

Now we have evolved.