If it ain't fun, why do it? This axiom applies to a lot of stuff in life.

These days, money gets in the way. This Clipper deal for $2 billion is a national joke. This franchise has the worst record in history and will never make a penny off of me (no caps, no shirts, no tickets, no problem).

Somewhere in your book, add a chapter on FUN: no parental pressure, no dues, no uniforms, no cheerleaders (okay, keep the cheerleaders).

I play golf for FUN because nobody is paying me. No bets. I pay to play and then I'm not working at golf, not putting my manhood at risk, not trash talking...I'm playing, just like I did at 13-18 when I got on my bike and cycled 3 miles to the golf course and played either tennis or golf or both.

Losers worry about losing. Winners appreciate losers.

FUN like Zen is a three-letter word that too few people understand.

So you lost: who died? So you won: who died? 

If you lose, you don't have to shave your head, put on a horsehair shirt, and sit in a rock garden listening to crickets. The truth is your opponent HAD MORE FUN.

I wish I could go back in time and hit a leather ball stitched up with feathers with a hickory shafted wooden headed club with sheep in the fairway and the wind blowing cold off the ocean and my companions sipping scotch and laughing at both bad jokes and my golf swing. Would be FUN. 

Simplicity is not hard; it’s simple.