DON’T ASK ME WHAT A DIVOT IS..
It was a stunning west coast day and friends who had flown in unexpectedly always look forward to golfing on Bear Mountain. I have always a myriad of excuses why I have not been able to go with them, secretly knowing I’m the world’s worst golfer. This day I could not avoid going as they insisted I join them.
Into the first tee off the turf got in my way and decided to fly over my head and the ball stayed on the tee…I was too embarrassed to look behind me to see the looks I knew that were being exchanged..I did the official golf expression.. “Oh Fish”.. Which is paramount to another four letter word that is not allowed to be said but has been known to be expressed…so instead I took another swing and the ball dribbled about a yard.
Picking up my ball we drove to the longest drive and then shot from there. Apparently they call this the best ball format game…Let’s put it this way my golf swing is lacking instruction and hopefully before I resume golfing I can acquire some lessons.
Sometimes you just know when you’re an under achiever on the links and when your cell phone rings you happily answer and let the others play on.
I found the happiest moment of this day was when we hit the nineteenth hole which is the club house for drinks and food….Where duffers always discuss their heroics on the golf course and the many excuses for lost birdies, eagles, pars and balls…
copyright Es-tee Miller
“I’m the best. I just haven’t played yet”…
Muhammad Ali, on his golf game