I quit playing golf many years ago after shooting 69. I was a ten handicap I shot 31 on the front nine. My whole body was shaking on the back nine such that I could barely walk let alone hold a club. It was a miracle that I finished. My regular foursome buddies avoided me entirely as the round progressed. It was kind of like don't say anything when a pitcher is throwing a no hitter. Nevertheless I completed the round promptly threw my clubs in the back of the car and left the course and now former friends. I say former friends because that day I quit golf. I've not touched a club since then. As MLK might say "free at last". But that's another story.