I stopped playing golf after the Granada incident.
What was the Granada incident, you ask?
Well back in 1985, my father bought a brand new emerald green Ford Granada with all of the extras. It was some car. I was driving it one day when my brother and I decided to leave work early and play an afternoon game of golf.
I stopped at my brother's house so he could pick up his clubs. We had all of the windows down in the car because it was a pleasant day. While he was inside, I decided it looked a bit like rain, and I didn't want rain in the backseat, so I used the power windows to roll up the back door windows. My brother came out, didn't know I had done that, and tried to toss his clubs through the back door window ..... CRASH!
The resultant blame, drama, and expense caused me to give up a sport I only had a marginal interest in to begin with.