For a couple years I’ve gone out on Sundays, had a good time and stumbled through rounds in the mid- to high-90s. So this year, I was determined to make a turn.
I walked into Golf Galaxy, slapped down my credit card and loaded up. New stuff all over the place. New tees, even.
I’ve tried to fight the idea that better equipment makes for an improved golf game. I had my father’s irons from, oh, 1927? And shoes missing a few of the spikes. But I trudged on, demanding that a good swing could find success no matter the tools or attire.
For all those who ask why golf is so intoxicating, I totally understand. I didn’t play regularly for many years, and I didn’t understand the fascination, either.
Now I feel the tug on each sunny day. I partially blame Bucky Albers, the DDN golf writer who was kind enough to allow me onto the course with him starting a few years ago.
Now, it’s time to play. I went out last weekend through the rain and pounded out a round my playing partners were lucky to survive.
I’ll be out again this weekend. New stuff. Same cruddy score.
Why, golf? Why?
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