Golf

Golfing…..  have you ever played or watched others in real life?

My husband and I got to this morning, watch that is. 

You would never in a million years get me out on a real golf course.    Putt putt golf with the grandkids for fun, sure, or a driving range to get rid of a lot of built up stress, yep probably, tried each of those once, already.  Enjoyed both, was terrible at both of them, but I had a blast!!  

But a real 18 hole golf course;  nope, nada, no way, not this old girl.

But it was a great time watching others play this morning.  Here they would come every 5 or 10 minutes, in their little golf carts, some all decked out in their golfing outfits.   We were close enough to hear every word they said, watch them tee off, and eventually make it to the green.

As I watched a variety of them, I thought, “Wow, golf is really a very healthy hobby, activity, sport; whatever the proper name would be,”  But when you think about it golf really is good for you.

Think about it, for a minute: Your outside on a huge golf course which means fresh air your breathing into your lungs.  You’re walking a lot, leaning over to place tees and pick up the golf ball, swinging the clubs over and over, which means your using your legs, arms and back muscles, and its a great cardio, because you have that heart pumping and blood flowing.

It seemed to some this morning that it was something they really enjoyed; especially the group of older women that played.  There were four of those dear little ladies, and they would stand and talk, tee off, encourage each other, laugh, gossip, and eventually load up and move on down near the green to proceed. 

 You could tell it was just four friends having a wonderful morning on a beautiful day, with the mountains all around them enjoying friendship, fellowship, golf and gossip.  I really got a kick out of those ladies.  It was fun for them, they weren’t great, some not even good, but they’d just laugh and chuckle and keep on playing. 

Then here come a group of older men after the ladies, our guess, it was the husbands.  Totally different scenario.  They weren’t laughing and talking and enjoying the sheer delight of being together.  Oh no, ain’t no way; its men, they are such competitive folk.  A couple of them was good, the other two not so much.  

But they cracked us up, it’s really wet from all the rain the last few days; so they would hit the ball and it would land over near the wood line, or in one of the many rain puddles; those silly men would just kick it where they wanted it then tee off.  You’d hear them say, “Well, can’t hit it in there.”  or “There ya go,”

They were hilarious, one knocked it way over the green, so I watched him to see what he would do.   He went over to it, kicked it up on the green, then picked it up, walked over near one of the other guys and dropped it.  Never did hit it, the other guy picked it up for him when they were done, and off they went to the next hole.   I guess he thought, well I’ll never make it anyway, so forget it, I surrender on this one. 

They were so funny, and definitely not playing by the book, just a group of old men making the rules up to fit them as they went.  But I suppose they enjoy it or they wouldn’t be out there on a crisp morning playing.

Then I watched a man coming down the fairway playing golf alone, well, let me rephrase that.  He was attempting to play golf.   Bless his soul, he’d get all ready to tee off, and it went maybe ten feet to his right in the wood line.   But he was persistent, he looked till he found it and went from there for the next attempt.  

Round two, he gets ready looks down toward the green, does his practice swing, goes for the real thing and bless him another few feet, definitely nowhere near where he was aiming for.  It took that poor man 15 minutes to get to the green, just a few feet at a time all 200 feet of it.  

I actually felt sorry for him and wanted to cheer him on at the same time.   I really admired his perseverance!   He didn’t quit, he didn’t move his ball to a better position for convenience, and someday I bet if he keeps at it, he will be great at golf.

Everybody has to start somewhere!

I would imagine if I tried, I would be like Goofy in the Mickey Mouse Cartoon.   I’d line it all up, act and look like I got this…..   practice swing, do that cute shuffle and wiggle and swing with all my might. 

Just to find that all I did was get myself all tangled up in a mess, totally missed the ball, but tore up plenty of ground around it, and just made a complete idiot of myself…. and then I know me… I would crack up and burst out laughing, and probably do the exact same thing all over again.

Well, that’s been my day, it has been absolutely perfect weather for such an outing and a very interesting and comical one at that.  

But there’s one thing I learned today to take away with me from this adventure, golfing just ain’t my cup of tea!

Toodles til next time!!!!