Early in our marriage my wife and I had a big argument in the morning over how much I play golf. Somehow the argument ended with my wife deciding she would accompany me in an afternoon round. She walked along and read a book.
Adding to the tension, one of our foursome did not show up and was replaced by a giant guy in a muscle shirt who hit a 220 yard tee shot that included about 40 yards of slice. The guy has the round of his life. He was probably an 18 handicap but was 3 or 4 over par through 16 holes. After nearly every shot, however, he would erupt with rage and let loose a string of obscenities. The bounces always worked out for him abnd he kept his round going.
The 17th hole was a 225 yard par three over a pond. The guy hit his usual slice and it looked fine, but hit a rake and bounced straight back in the water. The guy dropped one and chunked it into the water again. The guy went on an incredible tirade.
My wife looked up from her book and said "You need to learn how to express yourself" and went back to reading.
I moved away from her in case violence would soon follow.
He broke into a laugh.