Indoor simulator golf in downtown Annapolis. Eighteen holes on a screen, climate control, no actual turf. The launch monitor tracks every swing. Beer stays cold. Your legs don't move. Walking purists will hate it. Maryland winters might demand it. No terrain to read. No wind. No ground game. Just you, a monitor, and whatever course loads on the screen. It's not walking golf. But when January locks down the Chesapeake, fake golf beats sitting home.
