True story: My brother- and sister-in-law just took up golf together. They bought clubs. Took lessons. And are playing together as a twosome on an executive golf course.

They like the game.

Last week, their second time out ever, it is in the 90s.

Sister-in-law, menopausal, is dying of the heat.

Brother-in-law, former Marine officer, insists they walk. They need the exercise.

She and the temperatures simmer.

Finally, she hurls an expletive deleted at him, storms off the course, takes their automobile, drives home and abandons the man she loves on the links.

Golf does that to people. It brings out the best and worst in folks.

I remember back to the first time Me and My Lovey took up the game.
We’d be swearing at each other by the time we reached the first green, blaming each other for every bad shot and every bad lie.

It gets better . . . eventually. It only took us, what 30 years, to completely make the adjustment.

Spousal golf is a mine field best avoided if both parties are Type A individuals.