Love Quote by Don Herold

Calling golf a "hussy" is Don Herold doing what he did best: smuggling a marital farce into a single sentence. The joke lands because it breaks the genteel façade of a country-club sport with a word borrowed from moral panic and bedroom comedy. "Hussy" is old-fashioned, lightly scandalous, and pointedly gendered; it frames golf as a flirtatious troublemaker, not a noble pursuit. In one stroke, Herold gives the game personality, agency, and blame. You don't fail at golf because you're unskilled. You fail because she toys with you.

The line’s intent isn’t to insult golf so much as to confess complicity. "But I love her" pivots from indictment to devotion, sketching the classic addict's logic: yes, it's bad for me; yes, it humiliates me; no, I won't quit. Herold captures the emotional economy of golf, where intermittent rewards (one perfect drive amid a graveyard of slices) keep players returning like moths to a porch light. The humor is self-protective, too. By turning frustration into a romance narrative, he redeems obsessive leisure as something almost fated, even gallant.

Context matters: Herold wrote in an era when golf was solidifying as middle-class aspiration and social ritual, especially for men who could afford time, dues, and daylight. The quote needles that respectability. It admits the sport’s seductive irrationality while keeping the speaker’s dignity intact. If golf is a hussy, the player isn’t a dupe; he’s a lover, knowingly, helplessly devoted.