I'm still not sure how Golf ever got to be considered a spectator sport. I played two games with my dad in Detroit when I was about fourteen or so, where he'd reluctantly play with my uncle and a few of his dentist friends. after the second game, we both realized how much we couldn't stand it and agreed to stop.
I'm still not sure how Golf ever got to be considered a spectator sport. I played two games with my dad in Detroit when I was about fourteen or so, where he'd reluctantly play with my uncle and a few of his dentist friends. after the second game, we both realized how much we couldn't stand it and agreed to stop.
over the years, though, several people for whom I have great affection and respect have gotten hooked on it and say it's the best thing they ever started doing. but they all agree that the reason they love it has nothing to do with winning, but everything to do with what's been called "the inner game."
for this reason, I always assumed that TFF had to be a big cheat. having it confirmed is, for me, kind of a yawner; the scumbag has no inner resources with which to play ANYTHING involving any sort of "inner game."
Worse than trying to get the ball to go where you want it to go, is, first...trying to HIT THE DAMN THING. I had a friend who love to play...(she was an "inner game" kind of gal) and she swore it was a fun, relaxing game. I took a few lessons and on our first game together, I got into my best stance and made a mighty swing. I hit the face of Mother Earth so hard, I think I may have registered on the Richter scale. My shoulder has never hurt so much before or since as it did that night. Along with assaulting the beautifully groomed course with many drivers, I left a trail of replaced divots until the second hole, whereupon I told my friend I would caddy for her and then we could both relax. Horrible, horrible "game"!
I tried to play golf. My husband, the golfer was thrilled to buy me equipment. I took some lessons; they did not help.
We moved to our current place adjacent to a golf course, of which I am not a fan. Balls land in my yard on a regular basis. Since I am often in the backyard gardening, errant golf balls have to be watched for. If I am outside when an errant shot is hit, I relentlessly make fun of the golfer. I can also see the closest tee on our fairway.
I regularly see absolutely AWFUL golf swings and think, "Damn! I can do that." I realized that my golf game had no potential for improvement, plus playing made me anxious. Life is way too short to try to enjoy something you inherently dislike.
oh I get that. I also get what people mean when they talk about the "inner game." but there's no "inner game" if you cheat. and, however difficult it is (and it certainly IS difficult), it's just not fun to watch. for me, at any rate. and it's only a walk in the park if you walk.
Lol unless it’s 96° with 88% humidity and it’s a fundraiser for your kid’s school. Used to love watching golf, until the past years. Boycotting the whole damn thing with SHIV.
Hell I couldn’t even hit the ball when I got talked into trying it. I was pretty good at flinging chunks of dirt and grass into the air but that was counted against me. I decided to stick with running and cycling and leave golf to someone who liked it.
I'm still not sure how Golf ever got to be considered a spectator sport. I played two games with my dad in Detroit when I was about fourteen or so, where he'd reluctantly play with my uncle and a few of his dentist friends. after the second game, we both realized how much we couldn't stand it and agreed to stop.
over the years, though, several people for whom I have great affection and respect have gotten hooked on it and say it's the best thing they ever started doing. but they all agree that the reason they love it has nothing to do with winning, but everything to do with what's been called "the inner game."
for this reason, I always assumed that TFF had to be a big cheat. having it confirmed is, for me, kind of a yawner; the scumbag has no inner resources with which to play ANYTHING involving any sort of "inner game."
fuck him. yet again.
The actual fact about golf is that *playing it* is hard. Getting that ball to go where you want is not easy.
Worse than trying to get the ball to go where you want it to go, is, first...trying to HIT THE DAMN THING. I had a friend who love to play...(she was an "inner game" kind of gal) and she swore it was a fun, relaxing game. I took a few lessons and on our first game together, I got into my best stance and made a mighty swing. I hit the face of Mother Earth so hard, I think I may have registered on the Richter scale. My shoulder has never hurt so much before or since as it did that night. Along with assaulting the beautifully groomed course with many drivers, I left a trail of replaced divots until the second hole, whereupon I told my friend I would caddy for her and then we could both relax. Horrible, horrible "game"!
I laughed out loud.
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I tried to play golf. My husband, the golfer was thrilled to buy me equipment. I took some lessons; they did not help.
We moved to our current place adjacent to a golf course, of which I am not a fan. Balls land in my yard on a regular basis. Since I am often in the backyard gardening, errant golf balls have to be watched for. If I am outside when an errant shot is hit, I relentlessly make fun of the golfer. I can also see the closest tee on our fairway.
I regularly see absolutely AWFUL golf swings and think, "Damn! I can do that." I realized that my golf game had no potential for improvement, plus playing made me anxious. Life is way too short to try to enjoy something you inherently dislike.
oh I get that. I also get what people mean when they talk about the "inner game." but there's no "inner game" if you cheat. and, however difficult it is (and it certainly IS difficult), it's just not fun to watch. for me, at any rate. and it's only a walk in the park if you walk.
Lol unless it’s 96° with 88% humidity and it’s a fundraiser for your kid’s school. Used to love watching golf, until the past years. Boycotting the whole damn thing with SHIV.
true all t hat
It's an exclusive walk in the park. The game is window dressing.
A friend of mine, a long-time realtor in San Diego, told me he liked playing golf because it relaxed him and helped him focus.
I can believe that.
Hell I couldn’t even hit the ball when I got talked into trying it. I was pretty good at flinging chunks of dirt and grass into the air but that was counted against me. I decided to stick with running and cycling and leave golf to someone who liked it.