My standing joke about my golf game is that I’m lucky to have a close group of friends who keep inviting me back every weekend—regardless of how I play. A relative latecomer to the game about a decade ago, I like to think my unbridled enthusiasm makes up for any innate athletic shortcomings.
Anyone hooked on this game understands the sheer joy of hitting the ball 100 percent square and watching it soar into the stratosphere. Chasing that too elusive thrill, I’ve binged on....