We have a saying: a good day for golf is a good day to ride a motorcycle, so if you have time for golf, you can’t be much of a rider. (Ditto sailing, btw, a much better way to pass an afternoon than golf.) anyway, I can’t stand golf. I have many acquaintances who play it, but no friends who do.
That said, the Masters has an inexorable pull. It will probably be on at my son’s house on Sunday. They hate golf there, too, but football is over, baseball is just underway, and hockey and basketball are in garbage time before the playoffs, except for the few teams that still have a playoff spot at stake. So we will watch the Masters, pretend ffor a couple of hours that we know something about the game, feel a little creeped out by it, and then forget about it until next year.