To a young boy, a golf ball is only good for one thing, to cut open and unwind and see how high he can bounce the little rubber thing containing the liquid center off the sidewalk.
Yet others have often wondered who winds that single elastic thread which is at least 5 miles long. Armenian school children is the real answer, of course, though I have dreampt of Rumple Sklitskinner spinning it from a gossamer of latex silk on a magic spinning wheel.
And now I am no longer a curious dreamy boy. All I think about is what club will be forgiving enough to let me get on in two.