Golf - A Four Letter Word

While I was on sabbatical from blogging, I decided to buy golf clubs. I have always had a bit of an interest in chasing a little white ball with a stick but never had time before. Now in my job, I can golf and get paid while doing so!

What pushed me in do it was being asked to help at an industry tournament. I went to help with check in. Once we had all the golfers in their carts the club manager came out and asked who was driving the beverage cart. The company didn't know about this. Slowly I raised my hand. And, that was how I ended up being the "beer muffin". Not that it wasn't fun and I got to meet ever person out there playing (not to mention I could have made a ton of money in tips - but I did not accept the tips nor the tacky pick up lines) but I don't want to always be the beer girl.

So, how hard could this golf thing be? I have played tennis, I work out and as I approached this new sport, I thought to myself, "This should be simple" The ball isn't moving, you walk everywhere or ride in a cool golf cart, and I see old people doing it all the time. I figured in a couple weeks I would be the new Tiger or maybe I should say the new Angel Cabrera (he won the US Open yesterday). So, I jumped right in convinced it was a matter of just a few weeks...

Steps to golfing:

1. Spend a ton of money on a set of clubs.

2. Go to driving range and hit the ball pretty decent. Swing needs work. My hand/eye coordination kicks ass!

3. Take a golf lesson.

4. Now understand just how much I suck at this game.

5. Go to driving range and completely overthink the process. Can't hit the ball to save my own life!

6. Take another lesson. Aha! quite revealing to see oneself on video (after I stop critiquing weight, hair and outfit and just look at stance, head position and swing)

7. Practice, practice, practice.

8. This game is fucking hard. Damn.

Rest easy Tiger, Angel and Michelle - no threat here.