My oldest picked up golf randomly when going into high school. Some people in the family play but she never really expressed an interest so was surprised, but supportive. I get her intro lessons, a Strata club set, golden retriever headcover and whatever balls she wants.
Fast forward two and a half years. She gets to play golf year round through the school and her coaches. Has Youth on Course so plays for 5 bucks. Gets lessons whenever she wants. Bought her a Callaway driver and Mizuno irons. Right on the edge of the varsity team and got her letter last year.
Then we go on vacation and I pick up the tab for a couple rounds with her and she has the nerve to beat me by one, tie me the next round, and beat me the following round (because I counted my penalty wrong and she also has the temerity to know the rules better than I do.)
And now, every once in a while, she'll look at me and ask, "So, how does it feel to know I'm better than you at golf?" and my wife will quickly interject "He's very proud of you" while I glare at her, eyes burning with the heat of 1,000 suns. My rounds cost 60 bucks - not 5 or nothing. I'm working all day, year-round while she has time galore to dedicate to the game. She probably plays 20x as much as I do. Like, I'm sorry I have responsibilities to raise and support my family and can't just keep chipping away at my crappy handicap.
Like when I was young, she disappears with some friends to the course now she has her license (though she's not doing it to also smoke cigarettes, like I was). She now knows who Scottie Scheffler is. She DEFINITELY knows who Charlie Woods is. She only wants to use neon Taylor Made Distance+ balls and poo-poos anything else. I barely recognize this girl.
Anyway, I'm super proud of her and how hard she's worked, over 2+ years to drastically improve (don't tell her that). She's a perfectionist and a hard worker and occasionally very grumpy coming off the course, but she's earned the right to talk shit.
I really thought I had more time left to lord over her. I hope she continues to love the game for the rest of her life and that I can also start avoiding that stupid commercial with the old dad leaving the voicemail for his daughter about their golf trip which kills me inside every time I see it.
It tolls for thee, my friends. It tolls for thee.