Every year it happens. It only takes one time and I'm hooked. It's like an addiction or a sickness. I'm talking about "golf fever." I played Wasatch Mountain last week and I've found myself thinking about golf everyday lately. I can't get enough of it. Golf beckons me, especially in the early morning hours.
What makes golf so appealing, you ask? Is it the smell of the wet, freshly cut grass? Or the beautiful course and its surroundings? Could it be the feeling of putting an approach shot two feet from the pin?
Answer: D. All of the above.
