After Saturday’s existential crisis, I needed an easier box on Sunday. Fortunately, the gods provided.

Box 51: Sunday, Feb. 19, 2023

CONTENTS: I had scrawled the words “Golf Crap” on the box, and sure enough: Here’s a bunch of golf crap. I kind of enjoy playing the game, but I haven’t played in years, and I’m not very good at it. For example: Do you see the two sleeves of Nike Power Distance balls? Wishful thinking. The only way I’d get another 50 yards out of a drive would be if Nike had a ball with jet propulsion. I’m waiting, Nike.

DISPOSITION: I once won a very nice Sun Mountain golf bag at a Girl Scouts tournament at a Jack Nicklaus-designed course in Anaconda, Montana. (If you’re in Anaconda, plan on playing the Old Works.) That bag includes a Big Bertha driver a former boss gave to me, a set of irons I must have bought at Play It Again Sports, and plenty of room for other golf crap — including all the stuff in this box. There’s a chance I might play again, but it seems more likely that I’ll give the bag away as I prepare for what seems like my inevitable pickleball debut.