Many years ago, a former friend convinced me to come out and play golf with him. His answer to my protestation that I didn’t know how to play was “I’ll teach you.” He would soon regret his words.
On the first hole, we found that will I did okay for distance, just that my ball never got more than 8-10 inches off the ground. I managed to make par on the first hole, somehow. However, my tee shot on the second hole was the same as the previous hole. Except there was a hillock about 70 yards out. My ball buried itself in the hillock. My friend was unhappy, the groundskeeper, who happened to be playing with us, was livid. The game ended right there. On the way home, he made swear that I would never pick up another golf club as long as I live.
He hasn’t spoken to me since. That was over forty years ago.
That’s okay, I never really understood the sport. Hit the ball, chase after, hit it again. After a while, even a dog gets tired of chasing after the ball.