I don’t mean to sound like a Neanderthal, be chauvinistic, irresponsible, or selfish when it comes to spousal/family obligations, etc. However, when it comes to “my” golf, I tend to agree with the good folks at Nike: I “just do it.” I just go.

Even at my age (57) and the years that I have already been married (too many to count anymore), I still get occasional and serious grief about the time that I spend away from the homestead, whether it be time spent “trying to eek out a living” (I am self –employed) or time spent playing golf and improving my game. The way that I figure it is that I don’t drink or smoke too much, gamble, or chase after fast women---at least I don’t anymore. Golf seems to be a more than even trade-off and I might point out, "a much more constructive use of my time". I figure that any right thinking wife ought to think the same way and be more than happy with this (i.e. golf) trade-off and this approach to life in general. Heck, I'm satisfied with it. Why shouldn't she feel the same way?

Of course, I’ve never actually said any of this to the wife's face. (I am no fool.) But this is what I am thinking it as I hurriedly slink out of the house to the golf course or the driving range.