Golf Futility

I was heading out in the pre-dawn hours today and spotted some cars in the parking lot of a nearby golf course. Surely the cars had been there all night. I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to play golf when the sodium lights in the parking lot were still on.

I was wrong. Four men were pulling bags of golf clubs from the trunks of their cars.

Now I realize that, unlike me, there are some folks who are just naturally early risers. But I failed to see the point in arriving at a golf course before the sun.

I wondered how the men would find their golf balls. Were the balls painted neon colors? Did they have tiny microchips that sent out homing signals?

With rain in the forecast, it all seemed like an excercise in futility to me.