I bought myself a set of golf clubs today.
It’s something I’ve been thinking of doing for awhile. I last played regularly as a kid. Then some years ago I started thinking I might like to play again, and from time to time I’d look at clubs. Then my parents took it back up after a 20-odd year hiatus. And my daughter and nephew did a week of golf camp last week, so now they’re all gung ho to get out and play.
Tell you how long it’s been since I played — I have to fight to keep my left foot planted on my backswing, lol — I was taught to raise my left foot up on its toe.
I took my daughter out to a driving range this evening at one of Rochester’s 20-odd public courses. I’ll sneak over for a lesson sometime this week and then maybe she and I can try nine holes.
I’m beyond happy about this. I don’t know why. But I have a really good feeling about it :-)
It is a family illness handed down from your paternal grandfather. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go away.
I agree with Dad. I would add that it’s a MENTAL illness that can induce stress. The only reeeeming factor is that it can also be cathartic to just SMASH that little white ball. Of course (and take it from a VERY experienced player), the harder you try to smash it the shorter it travels (or the more off-line).
New clubs are always nice, though! Congrats.
John