I (heart) golfing
Well, my style anyway: I drive the cart and drink wine in a plastic cup through a straw and admire my DH’s shapely rear end as he whacks the ball.
About 20 years ago, I “took up golf” along with my DH. He bought me a set of clubs and we spent many afternoons practicing with a five iron in my Mom’s back yard until DH deemed me ready to take to an actual course.
My golfing demise began at the crack of dawn.
Immediately upon stepping onto the course, all the gnats in a miles radius discovered me and the early morning summer sun got hotter and hotter. DH was so concerned we would slow other golfers that he hied me along like I used to hurry my little son past the candy display at the grocery store. Swatting at the gnats that were determined to become my next food source, wiping at the sweat that was tickling my face and dripping down my back, I couldn’t figure out the magic I once saw in golf. Hot, cranky and feeling like a five year old is no way to discover the joys of the links.
My clubs have circulated through at least two other wives/girlfriends who wanted to “take up golf”. For all I know, they are still being passed around from woman to woman in a strange type of “Sisterhood of the Traveling Golf Bag”.
I like my new version of golf better 
Filed under: General on October 4th, 2009
hee hee!!!
That’s kind of the way I do tennis!
hahahaha…that would be my kind of golf too..I’d probably bring along a good book to read…ahh wine and a book….
Have a wonderful day!
Golf is something I’ve never understood. I like to walk so walking in a park or something, ok, fine, but that little ball?