When I go golfing it’s 3 hours of swearing, scores in the 90’s, and every once of my being too not break or throw my golf clubs. Then, after I’m physically and emotionally beaten I nail a shot of my lifetime just as we’re leaving the 18th green.
That’s what makes this flipping robot even more frustrating to watch.
WTF! It’s a machine, Schroeder. It doesn’t get pissed off. It doesn’t get happy, it doesn’t get sad, it doesn’t laugh at your jokes, it just runs programs and hits incredible golf shots.
Now if it could only judge the 90° dog leg on 16.
