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 fac…
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.
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.