Well, I’ve said it a few times, and it remains true – Life gets in the way of golf. This time, it’s Mother’s Day. Now, please understand, I am in no way advocating blowing off your mom to go sneak in nine, or even eighteen holes. I certainly didn’t, nor would I. I’m just using it as an example to prove my point – there’s always something to pull you away from the course. But maybe I’ve come up with a bit of a solution. Maybe the trick simply is – If you can’t beat ’em, make ’em join you.
I remember when I was just a kid that my mother and father both had a set of golf clubs, but I never saw either of them actually go out to a course and play a round. I once asked and they both said they gave it a try, but they just didn’t really care for the game. So the clubs just hung from a wall in the garage for years until my mother finally sold them at a yard sale. But maybe the time has come where I can try to get her to give it another try? After all, she’s been retired for several years and is still pretty active. A relaxing sport like golf, carts and all, may be worth a second look.
Ok…I think it’s clear what I’m doing here. I have an ulterior motive and I’m probably not doing a very good job of hiding it. As a matter of fact, I’m sure I’ve fooled no one. Look, it’s not that I don’t want to celebrate Mother’s Day with my mom. It’s not that I don’t want to gather with my family for brunch. I love doing these things! But you know what else I love doing? Golfing on a glorious, cloudless, 78 degree, spring day. See what I’m saying?
I’m thinking that if I can convince her to take up golf again, then I can spend time with her on Mother’s Day, still have that brunch that I love and get out on the course without feeing guilty. How could I feel guilty if she’s right there with me? Does this sound shady? I have to admit, it does a little bit…even to me. But on the other hand….you’re just jealous that I thought of it first.
Swing ’til you’re happy!
I think we can all agree that when we are watching the PGA Tour, we are watching the highest level of professional golf we are likely to see. And that probably goes double for a major. Face it, the absolute worst player on the tour will still wipe the floor with most any of us. These guys are simply the best. So why is it that so many viewers need to have Tiger Woods there, or they’re not interested in watching? Is a large collective of most of the best players in the world not good enough?