Why I Quit Playing Golf

After listening to my friends go on and on aboutto get an unreserved spot between two bona fide
their experiences playing golf, I finally decided to takefoursomes, I would have to arrive at the golf course
up golf again. Except for sporadic forays with rentedat six forty five, ready to play. That means I had to
clubs, I had not played golf since I caddied with myget up at five thirty to get there in time. Arriving on
dad in the forties. He did teach me the correct griptime, I waited in the ready area for one hour while
and took me out a few times as a bona fide golfer,my friend waited in the parking lot, sure that I had
but good I was not. In college, I was chosen togotten lost or run over. At the first tee, a third
teach the grip to the novice golfing students, but Iduffer asked to join us and I welcomed him gladly,
never got to play myself.Not owning a set of clubs, Ihoping for a free golfing lesson I suspected that I
haunted the area garage sales for a usable set. Atneeded. On the first tee, I was warned to watch out
the third garage sale a very nice set of clubs with afor the stream crossing the fairway. Three strokes
fairly new bag leaned against the side of the garage.later, I found out that the water was still freezing
Another buyer spotted the clubs at the same time,cold from the winter. During the next five holes, my
but I unashamedly raced to get there first. The tagpartner used the walking time to remind me of golf
said $15.00, the woods were made of real wood andcourse etiquette. No talking on the green, no touching
I bought them immediately. Chagrined to see that thethe sand before hitting the ball out of the sand trap
putter was missing, I planned a hint to the wife forand not to walk across the path of the stranger's ball
an early birthday present.Then it dawned on me thatwhen taking out the flag. After I borrowed ten
besides the putter there were a few items missing.quarters for marking my ball, he told me that there
No balls or tees graced the pockets. Golf shoes couldwas a button on my golf glove that could be
be expensive and what about that special leatherremoved for a marker.On the seventh tee, my driver
glove that always hung out of the pro golfer'sdecided to hit the ground about a foot behind the
pocket? Add to the list a divot smoother, a ballball, sometimes bouncing up to gently knock the ball
brush, a water bottle and a matching rag to wipeoff the tee and other times missing altogether. None
your hands on.I got lucky with the shoes, havingof the unasked for advice had any effect. At the
spotted a like-new pair on a curb for pick-up. Onlyeighth hole, a club monitor raced up to me with a
one half size too large, I figured an extra pair ofclub I had left on the last green (my third lost club)
socks would solve that problem. Sears sold me aand asked if it were possible to initiate the practice
matching putter and Costco Wholesale had no nameof picking up on the greens in order to speed play. I
balls.Carefully choosing a friend who lived far awayguess that fact that I had to hit three balls for one
and who also played golf, I arranged a day on theof the foursome behind us slowed the play
golf course. Two weeks before the date, I arrivedsomewhat. At the ninth hole I breathed a sigh of
early at the local golf range to harden up my handsrelief only to be informed that the next nine would
for the coming game. In twenty minutes I sportedbe played on the steepest part of the golf course.
two authentic golf blisters on my hand. The local proMy body felt that I had been run over by a truck so
suggested snidely that I wear gloves on both handsI protested a headache and begged off.Invited to
next time. The next day I could hardly move myplay with a seldom seen golfer relative, I scraped the
arms, but bravely hid my soreness from mymud off my irons, carefully chose eight balls with only
all-knowing wife. The balls I hit seemed to besmall dents and loaded up the car. This time I wisely
searching for a new home, none of which landed inopted for a golf cart, and Fortified with three aspirin,
the same place. The wandering balls preferredI was prepared for eighteen holes. At the first tee I
bounding to my left, so I kept aiming my feet to thewas reveling in the knowledge that whatever
right in hopeful windage, eventually facing sidewayshappened today would be hidden from the eyes and
to the hole. I've heard that a slight hook can beears of friends and relatives alike when the golf pro
beneficial, but what I had didn't fit the category. I didasked if we would mind if he played with us. I agreed
feel a little better when I discovered that I couldonly if he didn't laugh. On the seventeenth hole, I
retrieve avowed never to
half bucket of balls that littered the landscape a fewplay golf again. I had run over the pro's ball with my
feet in front of the practice tee. I always like tocart.Retired to writing, bicycling, furniture refinishing,
save money.My golfing partner insisted that in orderand computer graphics.