George Michaels

Golf & Sex.  The only two things in the world you don’t have to be good at to enjoy.  I read that on a coffee mug once, and just thought it was so funny.   Had somebody told me two years ago that I would take up golf, I would’ve thought they were crazy.  Okay, let’s see if I understand.  You hit the ball, you go to where the ball is (in my case, good luck finding it!), then you hit the ball again.  You keep doing this until the ball eventually lands in a hole.  Then you bend over, pick up the ball, and start all over again.  Where’s the enjoyment factor in that?  And yet, I can’t believe how hooked I am on this game.  I watch the Golf Channel constantly, subscribe to Golf Digest…if this were a written exam, I’d ace it.  A few weeks ago, when the weather started to finally turn nice, I couldn’t step out the door without thinking “Man, I wish I was on the golf course.”  What a change from just two years ago.  Well yesterday, we finally got out for the first time this year.  “We” being my wife & I.  I can’t imagine anyone else having the patience to golf with me.  For my golf balls, it was a day at the beach.  They were either playing in the sand, or frollicking in the water.  As for me…well let’s just say my game’s pretty consistant with what it was last year.  But in spite of that, it was sunny, 21 degrees, we’re outside enjoying a nice walk.  The coffee mug was right.