The fever has hit.
The fairways are calling.
The shoes have been dusted off.
The clubs are arranged, neatly.
Yessireee, here goes another golf season.
I have not been bite by the golf bug. I , as yet, do not find walking (or riding in a cart) around nine holes of a golf course enjoyable to the point I want to do it again right away...making up eighteen holes. Heaven help me. I get distracted by the different plants growing on the edges, I check out the flower beds much too often, I watch for wild life instead of concentrating on the game. I tend to want to use my golf club like a baseball bat....it's not pretty. I am better off staying at home, puttering around the yard or reading. My husband on the other hand is crazed over the sport!
I know he is holding onto hope that one day I will find that I, too, have been bitten by the golf bug....maybe someday..but for now....ah, once or twice a season is perfectly fine with moi to take out the clubs and hammer away at the turf....make an idiot of myself at the tee box by slicing the ball straight into the bush, or how about the time I hit "into" the ball so hard that I actually drifted my club into the ground so hard I sprained by wrist and it swelled up like a bee bite me.
Good grief. Tis the season....but it ain't for me....not yet, anyway.
Maybe lessons would be a good idea....actually I tried that a few years ago...the guy tried to tell me I was a natural.....I MEAN REALLY!! I know when something isn't working so good....golf and me...not natural. Best to stick with what I know at the moment......puttering around the yard and reading. Unless of course, I can drive the cart......ah....let me re-think this stuff.
Okay, I have thought about it....NAH
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