Golf isn't easy, but it's fun

I was talking to a friend the other day about golf.

 

He said he doesn’t like the game. He isn’t good at it. He won’t play something he isn’t good at.

 

I understand that, but I long ago came to terms with golf. I still become angry with myself because of my lack of propensity for the game, but not too much. Another friend once told me to just go out there and laugh. It was good advice.

 

Now, every now and then, for as long as eight holes, I actually can keep the ball in play and maybe play bogey golf.

 

But never for longer than eight holes. I was on my way to a 42 on the front a couple of weeks ago, hit a good drive off of Number 9, ended up with an eight and finished with 46. Don’t even ask about the back nine.

 

Hey, it’s a tough game, and I play maybe every three or four weeks and practice perhaps twice a year. Where am I going?

 

Anyway, I don’t think if I played five times a week and practiced the two other days that I’d be much better than I am. I think maybe my hand-eye coordination isn’t so great, especially at my now-advanced age.

 

So, when I’m out there, I do my best and live with the results. I love the game – the history, the settings, the strategy, the concepts of course management – and I almost always have a good time. It’s four hours spent outdoors, and I usually hit just enough good shots to keep me coming back.

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So, I probably will never get my friend to love the game, but I sure do.