Golf, love it or hate it, the game is a popular pastime, hobby, or blood pressure raising part of our culture here in the states and around the world. It’s a funny game when you think about it. Take a small dimpled ball about 1 1/2 inches in diameter and with a
miniature hockey stick hit it into a hole that is anywhere from 1 to 5 football fields in length away and into a cup about 5 inches in diameter. Ask a golfer why he loves to golf and you will get as many different answers as the number of people you ask.
“I golf to relax” says one friend who visits the links on a regular basis, yet when observing him play, relaxed isn’t the word that comes to mind. After a particularly bad tee shot he approaches the ball panting, red-faced, and mumbling things under his breath that make you feel appreciative that they are unintelligible! This, however is not the time to remind him about the relaxing nature of the game, especially if he is still holding his 9 iron, or any other club for that matter. Later he sinks a 40 foot put and the hook is set once again in his psyche that this is the greatest game on earth.
That is the nature of the game I guess. You can spend 3 hours walking around the golf course without a single shot that satisfies your desire to lord it over the ball, your frustration mounting like a volcano preparing to erupt and grumbling that you will never again subject yourself to this tortuous exercise called golf. Then you have a great tee shot and find yourself on the green in 2 strokes on a par 5 hole and your 9 feet from the hole, at this point your exuberance is infectious and the game is on! Then, in part because of this same exuberance you 4 putt and end the hole 1 over par and the deflation is audible.
Golf is just a game, but I have found a lot of life lessons can be learned if you are willing to find them, patience, strategies, math to name a few. The greatest lesson I think is one I learn over and over again… how to eat humble pie… one slice at a time!