It sure seemed like a good idea ... at first. But after 3 holes into the back nine the message was clear. The game of golf requires some skills, of which not one of the four of us remembered to bring to the course today. Playing golf is nothing like riding a bike. You do forget. We all forgot. Like golf great Lee Trevino once said "my golf swing is so bad it looks like a caveman killing his lunch!" Well I think we all had lunch out there.
2 1/2 miles of hacking, whacking, and swishing our way through the floral and fauna. No hazard untouched, no ball unmolested. If the little white orb wasn't creased or scuffed ... it was lost. Now I know why the likes of Titleist, Nike and Callaway make these things by the millions.
And so it went. If it wasn't for good friends and good weather it would have been like Mark Twain once said "Golf is a good walk spoiled". We took a normal 120 minute round and manage to stretch it into a 240 minute ordeal taking somewhere over 300 strokes to get home. No wonder we were pooped after finishing.
So we'd like to thank the course managers for not issuing a lifetime ban on our return, the makers of Ben Gay and Ibuprofen and of course of each other for being able to have a good laugh.
Still livin' the dream but thinking about giving up golf again.
Phil
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