By Michael Cochrane ( February 14, 2025, 11:16 AM EST) -- It had been a particularly hot and humid day for a round of golf, downright sticky and nothing was going right. This was not what I had imagined as I drove to the course that morning. Nor was it the breakthrough round I sensed was imminent as I warmed up on the range. No, after several holes too many bunkers had been excavated, my ball retriever was working overtime searching murky ponds and a sleeve of expensive new balls had disappeared after a mere one stroke each. And then there was the slow play. Our group was actively grousing about the delays. (“The front nine shouldn’t take three hours. Where’s the marshal?”)...