All we wanted was to get together and play golf, without the distractions and divisions of politics, race, or religion getting in the way. It was a simple desire, really - to enjoy the game we loved, the camaraderie of fellow players, and the peaceful solitude of the green fairways and pristine courses, free from the rancor and vitriol that so often pollutes public discourse these days. We yearned for those fleeting moments of tranquility, when the only thing that mattered was the perfect swing, and the graceful arc of the shot as it soared through the air towards the distant flag.
It was a chance to connect over a shared passion, to compete good-naturedly, and to simply be present in the moment, unencumbered by the weighty baggage of ideology, identity, or belief. If only for a little while, we could escape the divisiveness and rancor that had come to define our times, and rediscover the simple joys that had first drawn us to this genteel game. That was the dream, at least - to find that rare oasis of unity and camaraderie, where the only thing that mattered was the love of the sport we held in common.