To quit between tee and green is more habit-forming than drinking a highball before breakfast.
If I had cleared the trees and drove the green, it would've been a great shot.
That little white ball is always staring back at you, daring you to make a mistake.
I've been on some fairways that are as good as the greens we putted on back then. We had crab grass. I remember one green where I putted through ants.
But you don't have to go up in the stands and play your foul balls. I do.
In golf, as in life, you get out of it what you put into it.