Listening to you talk about golf Marion makes me wonder how I would go if I went and played dressed pretty.
Would the game bring back all the anger I had? Would I accept that you can never play a perfect round?
I'm very patient with other people just not myself.
One time my wife and 6 or 7 of her friends decided they wanted to go and play 9 holes at the club I used to belong to.
I caddied for them and tried to help them with a few hints. My wife struggled due to eye problems which I only began to understand a long time after.
My wifes friend used to occassionly hit golf balls with her dad and she had promise.
We played the 9 and just as dark set in I suggested playing the 10th a par 3 of 145m.
Her friend was hitting a lot of carpet burners so I asked her if I could line her up.
I adjusted her stance opening up her left foot and hip.
Teed up the ball at the right height for a 5 wood and told her just to let the club flow and sweep through the ball.
Her friend swung perfectly, you could hear the sound of club on ball was perfect and the ball lauched beautifully toward the green with a nice l to r fade.
It had gotten too dark to see where the ball finished but it looked good from the ter
Anyway the rest of the group got up to the green eventually.
We searched the bunkers for my wifes friends ball, I looked over the back. No ball.
I said to her friend "check the hole".
And yes, there it was.
I was accused of dropping her ball in but I didn't.
Her friend had her ball mounted on a trophy by her dad and 35 years later she still has it.
She never played golf again. She claims she found perfection, so why?
I swear that is all true.
