My exmormon dad loves to watch golf. I could understand maybe wanting to play golf, being out in the fresh air, chatting with buddies, but every week when we would come home from church, he would be on the couch watching golf. There’s just way too little action in that game, the whispering announcers irritate me, and there’s too much standing around. On the other hand, my exmormon dad also likes watching really loud car races, so I guess I prefer the golfing. If it weren’t so expensive, I would probably take up the hobby myself. I love playing croquet.
