I love golf for the following reasons.
When I tee up my ball on the first hole, the rest of the world doesn't exist. All I know is the next few hours is going to be me and the golf coarse.
The feel through the club, hands and arms when you make that perfect contact and the ball just seemingly flies of the club face.
The sound of the pin when your ball hits it, especially on a crisp, cool morning when all is still and quiet. ( this happened last Friday morning with a 60* lob wedge from around 50yards out
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The two hops and then backspin on a short iron approach. For mere mortals like myself, this never gets old.
The lucky bounce from a slope or tree.
When i'm playing on my own and a foursome lets me play through on a par 3 and i stick the ball within 10 feet of the pin. 4 young boys let me play through last Sunday on a 145yard par 3, I hit a beauty and putted in for birdie. It reminded me of when i was young and me and my brother used to marvel at how good the the adult golfers were at our local club.
Buying new equipment and trying it out for the first time on the coarse. Add that to playing by yourself and having the first tee time.
The drive home after you just shot your best round.