Pretend for a moment you are a gladiator of the Coliseum in Rome, and you have just been 1) smeared with the 200 A.D. equivalent of Big Mama’s Honky-Tonk Down-Home Extra Spicy Slatherin’ Sauce, 2) chained to an angry, roaring, starving lion, and then 3) set loose in the Coliseum for the amusement of the masses. Both professional and amateur golfers alike...
