Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Up until a few weeks ago, I had gone an entire lifetime without stepping foot on a golf course. I never much saw the point of the game, frankly. Whacking a little ball around just didn't seem like a worthwhile way to burn five or so hours of my life.
So when the opportunity to hit the links came up, I wasn't sure what to do. After chatting it through with my wife, we concluded it would be a neat way to spend the day.
It was a corporate event. I had a late interview at the office, so I had to join my foursome in progress (please, no jokes.) I arrived at the course, and quickly found a golf cart. I drove around in the heat and humidity for about a half hour before I found the other three members of my foursome. (Those carts can really fly, BTW.)
The day was a hoot. Most of my shots sucked. Big time. But I had a couple of good drives and putts - admittely more from luck than anything else - and in the process was able to understand why people enjoy the game in the first place. I don't think I'll become a golf addict. But I now know enough about the game that I look forward to my next outing.
More important than the game, though, was the fact that I got to spend an afternoon with three really intriguing and fun colleagues. Something tells me the whole intent of the game of golf has precious little to do with the actual game of golf. Or at least that's the way it should be.
Oh, and I took my camera with me and got some neat pictures. Like this one.
Your turn: Do you golf? Why? Do you not golf? Why? Why does this game seem to generate such obsession in some folks.