Golf is the cruelest of sports. Like life, it's unfair. It's a harlot. A trollop. It leads you on. It never lives up to its promises.... It's a boulevard of broken dreams. It plays with men. And runs off with the butcher.

In Murray’s characteristically barbed, metaphor-rich style, golf becomes a stand-in for life’s mixture of seduction and disappointment. The sport “leads you on” with flashes of mastery—one pure shot, one good round—then withholds consistency, making its rewards feel arbitrary and its setbacks personal. By likening golf to a faithless lover and a “boulevard of broken dreams,” Murray captures the psychological trap: hope is continually renewed by small successes, even as the game repeatedly fails to “live up to its promises.” The final jab—running off “with the butcher”—underscores golf’s indifference to status or self-image: it humiliates everyone equally.