This is the year I got back into golf — and in a very major way.
Mighty proud of myself, I have to say.
After all, it had been ages since I’d rallied the troops and booked a tee time somewhere. Ages since I’d picked up a putter or wedge. Ages since I’d put on the spikes and picked up a bag crammed with balls and tees and sunscreen. It had been ages since I’d sat on a golf course patio or deck, enjoying a light repast.
I decided to start with the latter.
This was months ago, when the days were getting long.
“It’s really nice out,” I would say to the husband. This would be on a Saturday afternoon or after work on a weekday. “We should go to the course.”
“I’m in,” he would say without hesitation.
So off we’d go. We didn’t take the clubs, of course, this being simply an initial return to golf territory.
Never mind. It was a start.
We’d wear our golf attire, naturally, given that we wanted to look the part.
We would take our place on the deck, amid the folks who were coming off 18 and settling in to review their rounds and enjoy a post-game beer.
We may not have had the games to review, but we did the beer thing anyway. We also did the Rose thing, since it’s really nice in the summer.
A week would go by.
“Man,” I’d say to the husband. “The temperature is absolutely perfect! We should go to the golf course!”
“Want to have a putting contest?” he would ask.
“Maybe next time,” I’d say. “I was thinking more of a bite to eat.”
It would be a sandwich one time, a salad the next, perhaps the occasional stir fry. I’d wear my sandals instead of my golf shoes, since I was taking this a step at a time.
That’s not say, however, that I wasn’t into the practice. Heck, far from it. I studied the players constantly, since you can see them from the deck.
We got into a rhythm, you might say. I fell in love with the game again, and became almost a pro at watching.
“You wanna hit balls before we hit the deck today?” the husband would ask on occasion.
“Mmm, don’t think so this afternoon,” I would said. “But if you want to, I’ll happily meet when you’re done.”
And so it went: my summer of golf rediscovery.
I’m happy to say I spent hours at the course. Next year, I may even play.
