you might understand how addictive it can be. Something about the freedom and beauty of golf courses, the sound of a good drive, the fact that the only thing that can beat you is yourself, the camaraderie with friends, the competitiveness with no one but yourself, etc. Years ago I used to play 18 holes every week and on week nights I would spend hours at a driving range to try and get a handle on some small grip mistake I was continuing to make. Other times just hitting a ball on the range was sooooo relaxing and satisfying-almost like listening to a great waltz and in some ways hypnotic. Often in the middle of a trial and I was so wound up I would stop by on the way home and hit balls to calm myself. If I was a pest at home my wife would say get out and go to the driving range.
However, the reason I did quit and never went back is precisely the opposite as to why it was so addictive to me initially. I simply could not straighten out a hook. I tried and tried and tried. Paid money to a pro. Did everything but after several months I was so angry with myself and no one else to blame I threw a driver through a car window-accidently-and that was it for me. Full circle of life.
