Golf
I don't get golf. From an outsider's perspective I've always been of the
"good walk ruined" mindset. How is it that one could enjoy something
that involved aiming at targets so far away you can't even see them?
Today, for the first time, I got an explanation that actually made sense
to me.
I asked one of my coworkers if he golfed, and what it was he enjoyed
about aiming at the invisible, or how he could enjoy it, and he put it
down to faith - knowing that the target is out there, even if it can't
be seen.