You've come a long way from your humble start, Golf, I'll grant you that. It used to be you were a rebel, getting outlawed by Kings because you distracted people from their archery practice. But no more. Like all people who wake up one day and realize they've become their father, the problem isn't kids these days--the problem is you, Golf.
Look, we've been using large swatches of manicured lawns to separate people on socio-economic lines long before HOAs were a thing. But between the artifice of your courses, your creepy exclusivity, your unfortunate association with *45, and the fact that we have Netflix now for when there's 4+ hours to kill...I mean, what's the POINT of you, anymore? I guess as long as I can catch Pokemons while someone else is swinging, I won't mind walking around. But what's in it for ME, Golf? My attention span has been killed by the Internet. ENTERTAIN ME.
At this point I think all of Scotland can agree. You've had your day in the sun, but it's time to die, ennit?