I Get It: Golf is Fun
You must understand that I am a self-proclaimed non-golfer and proud of it. However, last week I learned a startling truth: golf is fun.
You see, I have always poo-pooed the “country club lifestyle” complete with collared shirts, madras bermuda shorts, and grown-up women named Bunny. But, this summer I decided to step out of my comfort zone and step onto Winding Hills Golf Course, 2 miles from the Borland House. My husband Bill, an avid golfer, was thrilled that I was willing to shed decades of bias and give it a try. For my debut, my goal was to be invisible and blend into the landscape. So, a 10 PM tee-time seemed ideal to me. However, Bill prudently suggested that we play when the course was actually open. So, we headed to the first tee around 1:00 PM after the die-hards and before the leagues started.
Winding Hills is a pristine executive course with a mixture of par 3 and par 4 holes–just the right distance. The rolling hills are landscaped with native plants and magnificent stone walls. For two hours I thought only of that next shot. Not once did I think about the sheets I needed to iron or the cookies I needed to bake or the paperwork I needed to catch up on.
Finally, I get it. Golf is total escape, total relaxation.
The next time we go out I’m going to hit the ball over, not around, the pond. And, I don’t care if it takes me 2 dozen shots to do it. I don’t care how many foursomes are muttering obscenities waiting behind me! I don’t care if I lose every single ball in my bag and…!