If the past few day’s recent weather is any inclination, summer is nearing its end and soon the brisk chill of fall will be upon us.
For devout golfers, their days to play a round of 18 are numbered and many will be hitting the courses hard to get a few more games in. For me, I am more than ready to pack it in.
I made a goal for myself this summer; to learn the game of golf to the best of my ability and to learn to enjoy it. I am not sure I succeeded too well at either.
From driving range to driving range I went this summer, determined to not let my frustration get the better of me and to instead get the better of the golf ball in front of me. My stance still isn’t great and I have to constantly remind myself to keep my “head down,” my “mouth shut” and “let the club do the work” — all tips from my many friends who calmly and patiently tried to help me along in my goal.
There were bouts of trips to play an actual round, many resulting in lost balls, broken tees and an even more frustrated me.
The culmination of the past month came together during our family golf tournament in Deer River last weekend. Usually one to sit out, to my dad’s surprised I signed up to golf (and to his dismay was paired up in his foursome) ready to give it my best.
They say old habits die hard, and unfortunately for me, I still am not getting the “swing” of this game. I tried a wood, no luck. I tried a 3-iron, 4-iron and 5-iron, still no luck. Lucky for us, the tournament is a scramble so only one of my drives and one of my putts was needed to be used during the nine-holes. Our team finished 2-under-par without the use of my, or my aunt’s, high handicap, but were not even close to the 10-under-par score (with no handicap) put up by my cousins — former high school golf stars for Burnsville High School.
Have I learned to like golf? Kind of. Tolerate might be a better word. Did I have fun learning it? Absolutely.
I’d still look out if I am on the course. Fore!