After a series of confidence-eroding slices I came awfully close to tossing my 8-iron but I grabbed myself by the scruff of the neck and said "If you can't be a grownup about this don't play the game"

I proceeded to slice most of my next several shots before giving up for the day and going home but I didn't throw my club and haven't had even the slightest urge to do so since.

Methinks it was my most rewarding golf moment since taking up the game.