Me? Golfing?

I went golfing and I have to say I kind of liked it. I went with a friend who is a pretty good golfer and a funny guy. Without his advice it would have been a lot longer round than it was and without his humour it would have seemed a lot longer than it was. In the end, it turned out to be a nice walk with an interesting distraction along the way.
What I didn't realize going into the endeavour - we wouldn't be golfing alone. I mean it is one thing to be an idiot firing balls off into the woods in front of a buddy. It is another thing to invite strangers to witness.
Actually, truth be told, I couldn't care if people thought I sucked. You see, I do suck, so they shouldn't be misled. No, I was actually worried that my shortcomings would slow the group down too much and they would get pissed off. Turns out 2 hours and 30 minutes is not the average marathon time any more than par applies to middle age men showing up to 9 hole courses as singles. I could have been a whole lot worse and still not dragged them down too badly.