Why golf? Why now?

I have struggled in the last few weeks to figure out why, at 41 years old and after a healthy layoff from the sport, I decided to take up golf.

My life had been going well once I put my clubs away. I'm not saying there's a connection but after I stopped golfing I found a better job in my field, met the love of my life and bought a house.

Why muck that up with golf?

P.G. Wodehouse. Smart.

Best answer I can muster comes not from me but from the great P. G. Wodehouse who, in his short story "A Mixed Threesome" summed up why anyone takes up such an insane pastime:

"In every human being the germ of golf is implanted at birth, and suppression causes it to grow and grow till—it may be at forty, fifty, sixty—it suddenly bursts its bonds and sweeps over the victim like a tidal wave."

Well spoken.