The ultimate in the bifurcation of the game: indoors and outdoors. In some dystopian novel, there’d be the ‘Outlanders’ and the ‘Inlanders’ — the former nut-brown scavengers (from the toxic sun and parched landscape) and the latter pasty-faced effetes (from complete lack of exercise). But then dropped into this futuristic nightmare is an old ‘dvd’ of Nicklaus winning the ‘86 Masters at Augusta — and Outlanders and Inlanders come together to watch it together in awe and amazement. A whole mythology is soon built up and developed, with ‘Nor-man’ being the god of hubris and ‘Yes, sir!’ the way they end every prayer.