Himehabu:
Hey U Habu,
This paper have better been graded by a professor that knows nothing of the game of golf.
I don't know if it was you compiling this agglomeration, of prevarications.
You physics geeks give me a splitting atomic cranial mass.
Any armature serious in the game, knows the conditions on greens change every 30 minutes, due to time of day, humidity, barometric pressures, types of grass, and the lay of the grass, and many more factors, that are never constant.
The variables of a ball traveling across any type of grass, are going to be inhibited by more unpredictable external forces than you could perceive. Unless you play the game.
To just say "I am going to use "X" as a constant", is out side the totality of what you are trying to ascertain. If the variables are changing throughout the day, there is no constant to start an equation, completion of one so lengthy is ludicrous to the 10th power squared.
I could assign "a" the value of a cow, then right an equation where simplified, 2+2 = cow
You need to do better than that, to baffle me with bullshyt.
You pulled from quite a substantial base of criterion as well. I wonder how many actually golf?
Just like I wonder how all of a sudden the question of the voids in between galaxies were unknown materials for many decades. Until someone assigned the darkness, a value of "DARK MATTER".
Can't see it, can't collect any of it, can't prove it, except using it in a theoretical quantum Mechanics equation.
Miraculously now some of their postulated theories, are making sense, to the physics community.
I say dark matter is really > COW FLATULENCE from galactic planets with cow spices running the roost.
Cow flatulence being the constant, driving expanding gas, causing the increase in speed of which they, (galaxies) are moving faster apart from each other. Until coming to close to a nova, or gamma ray burst, and becoming ignited gas. Resulting in Newtonian propulsion.
I can prove this theory in an in pressurized aircraft flying over certain parts of India, where the inside of the craft begins to smell as though wire casings are burning. Upon landing to check for catastrophic failure, of some instruments, we open the door and windows, only to be blown back into the cabin by the literal smell of cow flatulence.
Cow flatulence is a pretty good constant in India. By your name, I have a strange feeling you may know what I am talking about.
E=M (cow) 2
Mega Mind out