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.
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.