I live in an over 55 community with a short 9 hole golf course. Many of our golfers are really over 55.Some are in their 80s (that's not their golf score but their age) and a few in their 90s. They walk the course until it's too much for them, then they use a type of Hoverround Scooter. Hit the ball, ride to the next shot, hit the ball, etc.
On the last Saturday of the month we play a scramble, with teams of men and women combined. One of our oldest golfers, Kendall, is 92. He put off riding as long as he could, now he brings his scooter.
The men her play everyday and Kendall shows up everyday, drizzle or shine. Today the men on our team talked about Kendall. "He's so slow, he holds everybody up." "He can't see the ball, let alone the hole." They said he often puts his clubs into the little trash baskets instead of his golf bag. I watched as he ran over a couple of tee markers. We had a good laugh over Kendall's failing site and abilities.
Then came the award ceremony. The winning team makes the most money, but we all get our $3.00 back plus a free lunch. Well, guess what? Kendall's team not only came in first with 9 birdies, but 5 of those were attributed directly to Kendall's drives or putts.
Throughout the day we all asked, "Why does he continue to play when he can't see and he's sooo slow?" I guess the answer came clearly today. He's a golfer and doesn't want to stop playing until the very last minute.