I went golfing yesterday.
Not mini-put or anything like that but legit hey-that’s-a-nice-collared-shirt-you’ve-got-there-here-are-your-clubs-and-the-keys-to-your-cart-don’t-run-anyone-over kind of golf. I even drove the cart for a bit and it’s every bit as fun as movies and TV make it look.
But that’s not the point. The point is that I went golfing for the first time and I actually quite enjoyed it.
Okay, so it was actually the second time I’ve golfed but the first time hardly counts. I was twelve and golfing in someone else’s family reunion tournament. When it was over I won a trophy for “most improved player”, which was a little baffling because I most certainly did not improve over the course of that game (I seem to recall dissolving into frustrated tears at the last hole because I couldn’t sink that ball to save my life). Later I found out the trophy had previously been the “worst golfer award” and was only changed because the same person kept winning it year after year and was pissed off about it. That made significantly more sense to me.
Again: I was twelve.
It’s not like golf was a game I’ve always been desperate to try. I do, however like trying new things.
Some background: Kyle and I are headed to BC for a couple of weeks next month. Along with visiting his family (he’s a long way from home, after all) we’re also going to be playing in a memorial golf tournament that he and his cousin have organized.
Golf may just be a game but I really don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of his family (I mean, I’m sure I will but I’d rather golf not be the reason). So, when my brother, Shane, expressed interest in giving the game a try and Kyle enthusiastically promised to teach him (I thankfully wasn’t alone in my beginner-ness) we decided to book a tee time. After all: practice makes perfect.
Or, y’know, at least it makes one decent enough to get through a whole course with a somewhat acceptable score.
Along with learning how to golf, I learned a few other things about the game yesterday:
- It’s much harder than it looks. I mean, people get paid good money to play this game so I guess it isn’t supposed to be that easy. Right?
- Your form matters so much. No wonder it takes golfers so long to set up their swing. Shot? I don’t know, people. I’m new here.
- You only yell “FORE!” when you’re at risk of hitting someone. Apparently. Huh.
- I may be right-handed but I swing left. What the?
- I need a LOT more practice before we head to BC.
Everything said, I really did have a great time. On the drive home I felt like I was in a bit of a daze all because I had tried something so different and, didn’t do too badly at it in the end after all (or at least that’s what Kyle said, but who knows – he might be biased).
This weekend we’re all going to hit a driving range to work on those swings. Who knows – maybe this will become a new hobby! If not, at least I can add a new skill to my resume.