Why is it that I can track and intercept a ping-pong ball coming at me a bazillion miles per hour, not only hit it back, but return it with additional speed and monster spin to a selected spot about the size of a postage stamp on my opponents' side of the table, but take another ball about the same size, balance it dead still on a wooden tee, then give me all day long to hit it, and all I can do is embarrass myself?
I've heard they only call it golf because all the other 4-letter words were already taken.
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