Yes, pathetic. The truth is that we have just learned that the American Golf Federation is very concerned about the loss of five million licenses in recent months. Given that every license costs money, and then the so-called golfers make extraordinary spending on clubs, we will have to consider it normal that those who benefit from this tremendous business are concerned.

It's a mistake to pretend that he's a loser. Imagine: the best material you have in your hand, close to the most expert monitors, the most appropriate fields and thousands of hours of training on top of you, and you can't improve your level. If you've finished the tour in more than a hundred hits the court of the field is about 72. Where are you going if you can't lower the Grand Prix of over 30? How to enjoy a gin tonic if all the excuses were over a few years ago? Bad remedy.

But almost every problem has a solution that you don't see at first, and here too you've found yours: widening the holes four times. Yes, dig holes that are four times bigger. Why suffer without achieving the objectives! And if, even if it has been multiplied by four, the clutches do not end their work with a beautiful smile, the blows of a meteorite make holes like the ones they leave, and yet there is no way to confine them, as they have become bigger than the ozone layer, that pay with joy the quotas, the new materials, the monitors and the tonic gin.

In the arenas of the bunker, the “values” of sport will be drowned. Demonstrate the skill gained by the effort, yourself and others. After thinking about it, taste and celebrate in solitude or among friends the sweet taste that has the least triumph. Accept your limits naturally. Learning to respect those of others. Pride, humiliation, humiliation.

And as I take care of this, other athletes come to mind: for the simple fact of enjoying sport, that after putting children in the rain, for example, comes to do a small session. Without having to explain to anyone, without forcing the foot through and without any intention of avoiding the wells. In exchange for joy, running. And things like that for centuries.

Tell them to cheat on the edge of the ear. They certainly don't know how much they do the kilometer, although you can't tell what they enjoy per kilometer.

And I don't know if it's not a reflection of a society that's rotting, that of forgetting the value of the effort to achieve the goals. Widening the holes can make it easier, but anyone who tries to deceive others will never deceive himself. Or -- yeah?