Then again and without warning you swing the club just so, smoothly, powerfully, rotating your hips, propelling your arms and hands through, whipping the club head at maximum speed at the ball and WHACK !!! The ball and club head make contact in the dead center of the the perfectly squared club face and your ball rockets off into space at blinding speed creating a breath taking arc as it screeches towards its target. And you know, you have just hit it "dead solid perfect" . And you also know that you must experience that again and again.

Soon you find yourself practicing and playing, playing and practicing and after awhile you become "pretty good" but you still haven't hit another one like that first one, man was that sweet. 

Next you find yourself taking lessons, reading books, joining clubs. It becomes apparent to all who surround you that you have become addicted to golf, you know that "mere sport" or "trivial game". 

You deny it saying its un-true, I'm not addicted, I mean after all I only play on the days that end in "Y" , besides it was a light snow and effected just the putting. Then it happens, the pursuit of par. You realize that what people are saying is true.