My buddy Rich has a spreadsheet for everything. Fantasy football projections. His kids’ college funds. The exact cost-per-mile of his Camry versus his wife’s SUV. Last summer he spent an entire round on the back nine of our local golf course calculating whether his golf pass was “worth it” instead of just enjoying the round.

“I think I’m up about $180,” he announced on the 16th tee, squinting at his phone. “Maybe $220 if you count that twilight round at Fowler’s Mill.”

I shanked my drive into the trees. Partly because of the wind. Mostly because I