Will future societies see deep meanings in golf reality shows?

The year is 2634. Around noon-ish on, say, a Monday. Two beleaguered scientists rummage through debris in a long-abandoned television studio. They find a strange looking video:

Beleaguered Scientist 1: Hey, I found a DVD that looks playable still. It looks like a fat guy on the cover, may be another Santa Claus thing, I’ll put it on.

Using their super-DVD-modular dealie, the scientist plays the DVD. The pair watch at first, in stunned silence.

Beleaguered Scientist 2: It’s just this fat guy sitting there, smoking.

Beleaguered Scientist 1: There are a couple trophies on the couch with him, he must do something.

Fast forwards

Beleaguered Scientist 2: Nope. Still sitting there. Like 12 hours of it. And that sign endlessly flashing “PEPSI” is annoying. What is this anyway?

Beleaguered Scientist 1: It’s called “The Daly Planet” it was made by The Golf Channel. That guy’s name is John Daly.

Beleaguered Scientist 2: Jeez. You know, the more we find out about these reality shows, the less weird it seems that 95 percent of the U.S. population accidentally killed themselves by purposefully slamming their heads into walls.

Beleaguered Scientist 1: Seriously. I mean, how bored could they have possibly been? Anyway, lets get out of here, seeing this reminds me that Michelle Wie is in a playoff.

Beleaguered Scientist 2: Oh yeah, forgot about that. I think her first LPGA victory is in the bag!

And scene.