Whose Idea Was This Anyway?

Seriously, who thought of this? Let's go out in the sweltering heat, take a bag full of clubs, and try to hit a small white ball miles and miles (it seems like miles to me) across the grass to a teeny tiny hole. Why? What a dumb game.

Alright, it wouldn't be a dumb game if I was better at it. But in my defense, I haven't been out since before Little Man was born, so about 4 years ago. I plan every summer to go, but it doesn't seem to ever happen. Well today it did. Hubby finally asked me to go golfing. WOO HOO I thought. Finally, I get to go!! We loaded up our golf bags, picked up my father in law and brother in law, and headed out.

The first hole was a par 4. I got a 5. I was happy with that. I felt good with a 5. I don't know if my 5 made me overly confident or what, but by hole 3 I was using 11 strokes to get that darn ball in that darn hole. I was whiffing (missing the ball completely), making some nice size divits in the grass, and spewing some not so nice expletives. The madder I got, the more I sucked.

Finally I got mad enough to ask Hubby for some pointers. He is a pretty good golfer. So after taking into consideration his reccomendations, I saw somewhat of an improvement. I was trying to kill the ball every time I teed off. Being the only female in the group, I wanted to keep up with the boys. But, the more I tried to kill it, the more I whiffed. So I settled with relaxing, keeping my head down, and just focusing on making contact with the ball. It helped.

My Bro in law provided some much needed comic relief. He was quite the funny man. After teeing off and not even sending his ball to the woman's tees, he grinned and heaved his golf club. It actually went further than his ball. So he almost hit the grounds keeper on the green right next to us, but it was hilarious! As we were waiting for a group to play thru (I was kinda slow), Bro in law spotted a fat grounghog at the edge of a corn field bordering the golf course. He picks up his driver and stalks the groundhog. We, meanwhile, are sitting in the golf carts laughing our butts off. Each time the critter looks up, Bro in law comes to a halt. He gets within a few feet of the hog, raises his club, and...... Yes, the groundhog spotted him a waddled into the field. I guess you just had to see it to appreciate it. A grown man with a raised golf club in one hand, and a beer in the other. Funny stuff.

All in all, my first time back out on the course was fun. I did manage to hit my first sandtrap and get out of it with one stroke, missed all the water hazzards, and only lost one ball. In my book, that's pure sucess. I had a great time and am making hubby promise he'll take me out again soon.