My first thought, too.
I have never played golf, and doubt I ever will. It looks incredibly boring. I couldn’t imagine paying to play it.
(1) I’m with Gatopescado with skydiving. It sure looks fun but the danger element far exceeds my tolerance limit. Same for bungee jumping. I might try bungee if someone paid for the training and jump expenses. But I wouldn’t be surprised if I chickened out when confronted with the precipice.
(2) Ice hockey. My Dad was into it and took us kids (ages 10-15) to a few games. It never seemed interesting to me. A free ticket and travel would be necessary for me to attend another game. I would buy my own beer though.
Years ago I found a way to make weddings more tolerable for me and sometimes pay as well; start a betting pool at the reception on when the divorce happens. Just do it quietly. 
I’m with you there. I live in the Colorado Mountains and am pretty much surrounded by world class resorts. I tried to like it, I really did. Hate it. No point in it.
A disco revival. Hip hop. An evening of thrash metal. Top 40. Country and western.
Baseball. Professional wrestling.
Many years ago I turned down an offer to attend a concert with a very good looking young gal. She even suggested this could be the start of a relationship. I turned her down cold. The concert was the country group Alabama. Back then and even to this day, I have zero interest in listening to any country music.
Crowds alone aren’t a problem for me, it’s the line-ups that often accompany them that drive me nuts.
I’ve got season tickets for our local football team, but the stadium and its security are so well planned that there’s rarely a line up, and when there is, it’s usually less than a minute wait.
Contrast that to the Canada Day fiasco here in Ottawa this year. I had thought about going downtown this year, since it was the 150th anniversary, but when I heard they were planning on security line ups that would like take two hours, I said no way.
The total disaster that actually took place that day fully justified my decision. Being stuck all day in a line up that was literally going no where would be a pretty good personal hell for me. No way, no how.
How much would it take to get me to do that?
Well, I’d probably need at least a two-week vacation somewhere nice to wind down, plus having extra money in the bank. So maybe 10-20 thousand dollars?
The worst part of that Ottawa fiasco was: “We got in line at about 10 o’clock, and by about 12:30, we decided to leave because we were hearing we were in the wrong line.”
Yep. People waited for hours and hours in lineups going nowhere.
Oh, somebody mentioned awards dinners. I’ve got to agree.
A few years ago, my employer bought a table at a “Top 100 [Something] Businesses in The State” dinner. I was one of the few employees who could not come up with a reasonable excuse to get out of attending. Every single one of the 100 businesses was recognized individually, with the owner or representative coming up to accept the award/plaque/whatever and say a few words. (I think we were number 81.) It was indescribable. You have no idea how many 100 is until you’ve experienced something like this.
I’d say $175/hour would be cheap.
One of my brothers was getting married (his third). My other brother couldn’t make and sent his regrets, saying he’d be sure to come to the next one.
For me, opera and ballet. I’d need $5,000 and a few stiff drinks.
Now that’s crass. Love it!
$1000.00 minimum to attend any church service; price goes up depending on denomination.
This except if its loud. If I need hearing or eye protection and or wet weather gear based on where I am located in the audience, the rates go up to $50/hour during the event and travel to and from is $20/hour non negotiable
I can extract some kind of spiritual or psychic experience from any event, so I’ll go along just for that.
But I might balk at a funeral, just to keep my unbroken record intact, of never having attended one. I’ll even go to a beach without payment, if it is made worth my while in some other way. At least a pizza.
Roller coaster, maybe we’re talking about money changing hands.