I probably play an average of, oh, say, one round of golf a year. That includes the years when I go totally berserk and get in two or three rounds, as well as years like this one when I probably won’t play at all. For all the abuse golf attracts based on some of its obnoxious practitioners and its sometimes questionable land-use practices, I think it’s a fabulous game, and there’s one big reason why. Because it can’t be mastered. Even if you have every advantage there is. If you take away from golf the opulent clubhouses, the manicured...