I don't play golf, never have. When I was in high school my dad gave me a ticket to a golf tournament in our town. It was a nice day and I didn't have anything else to do, so I went. I thought I might see some pretty girls.
When I got there, I fell in with a group of spectators, and followed them to a green (for other non-golfers, that is where the "hole" is - the target the golfers golf at). Not 30 seconds after I arrived at the spectator boundary, I see a ball rolling across the green and plop directly into the hole. Oohs and aahs all around, I look back to the gentleman who made the shot understandably excited, dancing and high fives &tc. It was a "hole in one" which is one of the best things you can do in golf and apparently pretty rare. I knew enough about golf to know this.
At that point, I clapped and then turned and walked back to the parking lot and left the course. I don't remember what I did next, but I knew that it was all downhill from there - I could spend all day following those guys around and would definitely not see anything like that again.
Tusk is sort of like if I would have stayed for the rest of the tournament. Not unpleasant, a good walk perhaps, but nothing like what came before it.