Golf is a wonderful sport indeed. But one of its criticisms might be that it is not quite as edgy as, say, Turkish wrestling, rugger, snooker or dwarf throwing. One rarely sees golfers coming down the stretch with blood pouring down their foreheads or attempting a swipe at the ball with a broken leg. It is, to be frank, a rather sedate sport. Like bowls but less fashionable.
Now, those of us of a certain vintage, positively welcome this old fashioned conduct. But Mashie Blog does not live in the past. It understands that sport has to move on. There are many ways we could give golf that little bit of spice, but it seems to me that one of the most obvious is to play more of our golf in Australasia.
Why do I say this? Principally because the odds of one's surviving a round on the links in Australia are far less rosy than they are in almost any other part of the world, with the possible exception of North Korea. If one was smoking dollar bills and making a pass at Kim Jong Un's daughter.
Imagine the televisual drama of seeing Keegan Bradley boxed by a 8ft tall kangaroo? The tension of watching Master Furyk thrash around, looking for his Titleist in brown snake infested undergrowth. The gladitorial joy of watching Bubba Watson dragged into the creek by a croc?
Mashie Blog will be experiencing all these joys next week, as he tackles the links around Brisbane in preparation for the new season at Royal Chipping Bilbury. Regular updates will follow. Until then, toodle pip.