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I am a guy who absolutely hates Golf from the bottom of my stomach (or heart, whichever is the right expression). I don't understand it, I don't like it, I don't know why anybody would like it. It would probably figure as one amongst the "List of "So called" Sports".

I don't know who invented golf, but it certainly was a terribly rich guy. Did you see the cost of those bats (or whatever they are called)? What the hell man? And the grounds. Hundreds of acres of land. Just free land. And as if that weren't enough, they make lakes and play with the terrain. I can think of a million better ways in which this land can be used. A dumping land, for example.

And the players. Their posh U.S Polo or Tommy Hilfiger Polo shirts. Their smooth pants and their huge goggles. Can you believe they have a car to carry them around the ground? I don't understand it at all.

It's the rich guys' way of screwing with the poor (one of the many ways, rather). Rich guys say "You cant afford a house and food? Look at me. I have acres of land that lie in waste and my bats alone could feed a hundred of you people".

And what's more pathetic is Indians (as usual) trying to ape this "sport". At least in America, they can afford to have so much land and just use it for golf. That's coz they dont have a population problem. There is not even enough space for houses and roads in India, and they want golf courses? Are you kidding me?

Worst of all, are the people who turn up to watch this sport! WOW! Are they paying people a lot of money to come and watch this incredibly boring game? That's the only way anyone would want to watch it.

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