He doesn’t really like golf all that much. He’d rather be sitting in the park, people watching or “rolling out of bed” on Saturday mornings to go squeeze fruit in the local market, unshaven, with his daughters.
All he wants to do is go for a walk but he’s too famous now, so he’s settling for a weekly round of golf.
Although, regardless of whether he’d be walking in the park or walking the course (which he doesn’t do, he uses a golf cart) he would still be surrounded by secret service agents. So call me stupid, but I’m missing the point.
All he wants is to be anonymous again. Ha! Well I’ve got a news flash for him and for his wife who told Mrs. Sarkozy that being first lady was “hell”: You ain’t never gonna be unknown again! You wanted this job? You wanted the perks? You wanted the weekly celebraty entertainment parties? It’s all yours now, pal, that and the loss of your privacy.