GALLIVANT ON THE GREEN
Another first for me. I got to go to go golfing. Of course, stating that I went golfing is stretching imagination quite a bit, since I didn’t know and still do not know a putter from a 9-iron. This was another of those lazy afternoons; the kind I like best.
The people who went with me deserve the Nobel price for patience. Specially, since I had the habit of wandering off with somebody’s clubs, to go look at some bush or twisted tree that caught my fancy. “A” was actually patient enough to explain all the nuances of the game. Like I have told him before, he would have made a great teacher. So thanks to him, I know what a green is, why people sit on their haunches before they take a shot, and that it requires quite a bit of skill to play a sport that looks relatively easy to an onlooker.
To the consternation of all involved, I decided to play a shot too. I was told to bend my knees, grip the iron with both my thumbs facing downwards, and to try and get the ball in the general direction of the hole. Then everyone moved to a safe distance. I swung, missed the ball completely and instead, a chunk of the turf went flying, leaving behind a divot. At least it went flying in the general direction of the hole, and I am convinced it took along a piece of my right toe too.
In the interest of the rest of mankind, specially the ones within hurting distance of me, I decided to stop with that one try and went back to my meanderings. I am not sure if my ears deceived me or if I did hear a collective sigh of relief.
The people who went with me deserve the Nobel price for patience. Specially, since I had the habit of wandering off with somebody’s clubs, to go look at some bush or twisted tree that caught my fancy. “A” was actually patient enough to explain all the nuances of the game. Like I have told him before, he would have made a great teacher. So thanks to him, I know what a green is, why people sit on their haunches before they take a shot, and that it requires quite a bit of skill to play a sport that looks relatively easy to an onlooker.
To the consternation of all involved, I decided to play a shot too. I was told to bend my knees, grip the iron with both my thumbs facing downwards, and to try and get the ball in the general direction of the hole. Then everyone moved to a safe distance. I swung, missed the ball completely and instead, a chunk of the turf went flying, leaving behind a divot. At least it went flying in the general direction of the hole, and I am convinced it took along a piece of my right toe too.
In the interest of the rest of mankind, specially the ones within hurting distance of me, I decided to stop with that one try and went back to my meanderings. I am not sure if my ears deceived me or if I did hear a collective sigh of relief.
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