|Line up the shot|
Thematic. At an angle. Here.
If you're a golfer, please don't hate me for what I'm about to write. I like golf, I really do. Just not enough to do it again.
In fairness, I've been out on a real course with real clubs, real carts and, yes, real balls. I enjoyed the experience of hanging out with friends on a perfectly turned out summer's afternoon. There was something cathartic about strolling through the carefully tended landscape and waiting for the occasional groundhog to waddle into the woods before we lined up our shots.
But for all the bucolic loveliness that is golf, it is overshadowed by my inability to properly aim the ball. I worry about clobbering someone, myself, or perhaps one of those sweet, oversized rodents. Mini golf is more my speed. The velocities and distances are generally a lot lower, and I'm not forced to define myself by my score or some arbitrarily defined - and super-non-PC-in-2012 - "handicap".
I know if I keep at it, I'll get better. But with an already-full life, I just don't see that happening anytime soon. For now, at least, I'd rather troll through the trails near our house without worrying where I parked the golf cart.
Doesn't mean I couldn't find an interesting way of looking at the course, though. You don't have to play something to appreciate its appeal.
Your turn: Do you golf? Why/why not?