I am a Rookie
Unashamed, I admit I am a rookie.
One year ago I started playing golf. I took some lessons, went to the driving range and made a serious effort to learn this game. Maybe it’s a 40’s thing or something. Maybe I like self humiliation, but there is something about golf that I enjoy. My first time on the golf course was a little 3 par course… and that went ok. I felt like I was conquering the sport and actually hit par once. Since then, I have gone out several times, played with others, and have been learning the art of self acceptance because I always am the person that everyone is cheering on because I suck. I still have fun though, and that is what keeps me going.
Two weeks ago we went to Arizona and played golf on some course that was completely out of my league, like….. WAY out of my league. However, the sunshine, the bunny rabbits and the golf cart won my heart. I even discovered an extra golf club in my bag that I must have picked up somewhere in my year of golf, either that or the golf fairy loves me.
Then today came. Apparently when a golf course is busy, they pair you up with other people to maximize the course. We played with two men I never met who obviously play golf often. Today I learned that golf is a quiet game…..and I am not a quiet person. My husband gave me the “look” several times. Golf is not a chit-chat sport, apparently a quiet atmosphere helps guys concentrate on the course. Being quiet was a challenge. I honestly think this affected my game and that is why I was not able to hit the ball into the little hole. Personally I think that hole needs to be a bit bigger too.
Finally, I would like to inform men that if you want your wives to play golf, you have got to allow the chit-chat, just sayin…. It was too quiet today. Like, how can you catch up if you can’t talk?
I still had fun, but I was relieved when we got into the car for the drive home and I could freely express my thoughts once again. WHEW. I stored so many words up too. Lucky Stephen.
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Katherine, You got it….its the pressure, its the silence…it kills me.
I don’t know anything about golf..AT ALL! But I can just imagine everyone standing around watching you…the silence…the quietness…oh the Pressure!!! I don’t think my friends and I would be allowed ~ b/c we can’t go anywhere without being Loud!
I am so with you! I used to play with Mike on occasion. He was accustom to my high scoring game. For those who are not familiar with the sport, low score wins. Anything less than twice over par was acceptable for me. If a hole was particularly hard, Mike would even help me out by taking a swing at my ball and getting me up on the green. It can be so stressful when you hook up with serious player who want it quiet, fast and obey all the rules. Why do they care if I don’t count my mulligan? There is no cash prize at the end of our eighteen holes. I am perfectly happy not even keeping score. Who ever heard of a sport where you can cheer on the other players? That’s non sense.
I am so with you! I used to play with Mike on occasion. He was accustom to my high scoring game. For those who are not fair with the sport, low score wins. Anything less than twice over par was acceptable for me. If a hole was particularly hard, Mike would even help me out by taking a swing at my ball and getting me up on the green. It can be so stressful when you hook up with serious player who want it quiet, fast and obey all the rules. Why do they care if I don’t count my mulligan? There is no cash prize at the end of our eighteen holes. I am perfectly happy not even keeping score. Who ever heard of a sport where you can cheer on the other players? That’s non sense.