More or Less

Or, "The Art of Not Keeping Score..."

So we reach the turn, and as I pick up his ball and chuck it towards him, R says “I’ve no idea what the score is, but it feels like all square to me”, and I simply nod. I’ve no idea either, but we’ve been talking solidly since we strolled off that first tee, so it’s not surprising. We’ve covered a lot of ground already.

I realise that not only do I not k…