You know how it is sometimes. You go to the golf course, and a prison movie breaks out.
I don't know what this says about the continuing unraveling of Western civilization, but it can't be anything good. Seriously, a guy gets stabbed in the femoral artery because he was asking to play through? What happened to Harvey Penick's rules of etiquette on the golf course?
If there's a somewhat amusing aspect to this it's that it happened in a place where, you just know it, there's been more than one conversation about how it's a shame you just can't go into That Part Of Town at night and feel safe anymore.
Well, apparently you can't go to the country club part of town and feel safe anymore, either. Which summons this hypothetical exchange:
GOLF PARTNER NO. 1: Got everything, bud?
GOLF PARTNER NO. 2: Well, let's see. Driver, wedge, Ping irons, two putters .... shiv. Yep, I've got everything.