I hate golf so much that I'm writing a book which features it. It's ecocide as much as it is wholesale genocide for the benefit of sociopaths. As a big urban greenspace guy, they're uniquely infuriating.
Unfortunately I have to do the horticulture at a couple municipal ones. Today I'm pruning the shrubs in one of them and feel a thud against my shoulder. Some golfer hit a ball at full power (160 kph~) in my direction while I'm wearing high visibility gear, somehow hit me with it, and somehow missed bone. It went between my scapula and spine/neck/skull so it's just a really painful bruise. The guy spontaneously came over to apologise which was good enough for me.
Actually feeling physical pain from golf is a whole new dimension of reasons to hate golf. I could always separate myself from it and golfers, but now it's personal. Golf courses aren't just drastically increasing my chance of developing horrific illnesses. They actually made me want to fight a specific person representing all the reasons I hate golf.
If I was a Menshevik hater of golf before, now I am become Bolshevik the destroyer of golf. I fucking hate golf with three asterisks.
Golf balls seek people out when you hit them I swear.
I went to the park with my dad as a kid to hit some balls. I'd hit several dozen balls before and never made it further than like 30ft. But my dad takes a walk over to the other side of this big open green space while I'm hitting these golf balls in another direction. I decide to turn round and see how far I can hit one across this field.
For a split second I turn into fucking Tiger Woods and hit this one golf ball right across the field and crack my dad right in the head with it. I couldn't believe it. It was a one in a million thing. He was so far away and I managed to get not only the power but the pinpoint accuracy to hit him.
He ended up with a big bump on his head. He wasn't even mad, just as dumbstruck as I was.
It was a sign from God that golf is destructive
My blind rage fixation on chasing the guy down was tempered by confusion as to how it even hit me. There was an open field maybe 100m wide and I had three trees as nearby cover. He was hitting it from the starting point which was 160m away. The other time it happened I knew it was intentional because two freaks were laughing after hitting it between the heads of a coworker and I, but this time I it was such a great bad shot that I don't know how many more it'd take to replicate hitting me.