Monday morning, I went to a local public golf course a little before 6 in the morning and was able to cruise around the 18 holes in a little less than 2 1/2 hours, carrying my beat-to-hell MacKenzie leather bag and walking the dew-covered fairways by myself with no tracings of anyone before me on the pristine close-cropped grass.
I haven't played golf very much this spring or summer, and I haven't played alone with only the rising sun, enjoying the solitude and peaceful earliness interrupted by only the occasional mower droning in the distance scalping the putting grounds.
It's a time for reflection, a time of relaxation, a time to escape the frustrating vicissitudes of everyday life in an almost zen-like state.
Shooting a 76 doesn't hurt, either. I'm about ready to pack it in and get a real job teaching golf, then I can go to Starbucks in the morning wearing my golf shoes, my U.S. Open hat, and my plaid pants, just like the guy I saw there this morning from the country club down the road.
Posted by Bill at July 7, 2004 03:31 PMSounds very peaceful. And I'm picturing you (looking at Stacey's Father's Day photo as I type) in that getup, only I've replaced the US Open hat that I imagine you're talking about with one of those cute little berets with a puffball because I think your plaid pants should be the short ones and they go best with the berets. Yep. I can see you teaching golf. Or at least hanging out at Starbucks.
Mmmm. Starbucks.
Posted by: Keri at July 7, 2004 04:02 PMWish you were closer, you could teach G... he's dying to learn to play... only he doesn't have any parents that KNOW how to play.
(My own golf experiences were rather clouded by competitive siblings.... so I quit after my first two rounds.)
- Dana
Posted by: -d at July 7, 2004 04:43 PM