Why I Quit Playing Golf

After listening to my friends go on and on about theiran unreserved spot between two bona fide
experiences playing golf, I finally decided to take upfoursomes, I would have to arrive at the golf course at
golf again. Except for sporadic forays with rentedsix forty five, ready to play. That means I had to get
clubs, I had not played golf since I caddied with my dadup at five thirty to get there in time. Arriving on time, I
in the forties. He did teach me the correct grip andwaited in the ready area for one hour while my friend
took me out a few times as a bona fide golfer, butwaited in the parking lot, sure that I had gotten lost or
good I was not. In college, I was chosen to teach therun over. At the first tee, a third duffer asked to join us
grip to the novice golfing students, but I never got toand I welcomed him gladly, hoping for a free golfing
play myself.Not owning a set of clubs, I haunted thelesson I suspected that I needed. On the first tee, I was
area garage sales for a usable set. At the third garagewarned to watch out for the stream crossing the
sale a very nice set of clubs with a fairly new bagfairway. Three strokes later, I found out that the water
leaned against the side of the garage. Another buyerwas still freezing cold from the winter. During the next
spotted the clubs at the same time, but I unashamedlyfive holes, my partner used the walking time to remind
raced to get there first. The tag said $15.00, the woodsme of golf course etiquette. No talking on the green, no
were made of real wood and I bought themtouching the sand before hitting the ball out of the sand
immediately. Chagrined to see that the putter wastrap and not to walk across the path of the stranger's
missing, I planned a hint to the wife for an earlyball when taking out the flag. After I borrowed ten
birthday present.Then it dawned on me that besidesquarters for marking my ball, he told me that there
the putter there were a few items missing. No balls orwas a button on my golf glove that could be removed
tees graced the pockets. Golf shoes could befor a marker.On the seventh tee, my driver decided to
expensive and what about that special leather glovehit the ground about a foot behind the ball, sometimes
that always hung out of the pro golfer's pocket? Addbouncing up to gently knock the ball off the tee and
to the list a divot smoother, a ball brush, a water bottleother times missing altogether. None of the unasked
and a matching rag to wipe your hands on.I got luckyfor advice had any effect. At the eighth hole, a club
with the shoes, having spotted a like-new pair on amonitor raced up to me with a club I had left on the
curb for pick-up. Only one half size too large, I figuredlast green (my third lost club) and asked if it were
an extra pair of socks would solve that problem.possible to initiate the practice of picking up on the
Sears sold me a matching putter and Costcogreens in order to speed play. I guess that fact that I
Wholesale had no name balls.Carefully choosing ahad to hit three balls for one of the foursome behind
friend who lived far away and who also played golf, Ius slowed the play somewhat. At the ninth hole I
arranged a day on the golf course. Two weeksbreathed a sigh of relief only to be informed that the
before the date, I arrived early at the local golf rangenext nine would be played on the steepest part of the
to harden up my hands for the coming game. Ingolf course. My body felt that I had been run over by a
twenty minutes I sported two authentic golf blisters ontruck so I protested a headache and begged off.Invited
my hand. The local pro suggested snidely that I wearto play with a seldom seen golfer relative, I scraped
gloves on both hands next time. The next day I couldthe mud off my irons, carefully chose eight balls with
hardly move my arms, but bravely hid my sorenessonly small dents and loaded up the car. This time I
from my all-knowing wife. The balls I hit seemed to bewisely opted for a golf cart, and Fortified with three
searching for a new home, none of which landed in theaspirin, I was prepared for eighteen holes. At the first
same place. The wandering balls preferred bounding totee I was reveling in the knowledge that whatever
my left, so I kept aiming my feet to the right in hopefulhappened today would be hidden from the eyes and
windage, eventually facing sideways to the hole. I'veears of friends and relatives alike when the golf pro
heard that a slight hook can be beneficial, but what Iasked if we would mind if he played with us. I agreed
had didn't fit the category. I did feel a little better when Ionly if he didn't laugh. On the seventeenth hole, I vowed
discovered that I could retrieve anever 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 to savecart.Retired to writing, bicycling, furniture refinishing, and
money.My golfing partner insisted that in order to getcomputer graphics.