So last weekend Mr. Cranky Fibro Girl and I went to a golf tournament, and after walking a bit of the course we decided to find some seats in the stands.
We ended up at the 9th hole, and saw maybe the last twelve to fifteen twosomes come through. According to people who know, the greens were terrible that day, which I think was the reason that we also saw three or four people get whacked in the head, arm, and chest by golf balls veering tremendously off course.
With his tongue planted firmly in his cheek the guy next to me leaned over and said, “See-that’s just another way that rich, white males are privileged above the rest of us. Because when I hit a golf ball like that, there’s no human shield there for me; my balls just keep rolling all the way down the hill.”