I often hear people make the comment,
Thursday, October 27, 2016
“I’ll never understand why someone would spend so much time chasing a little white ball trying to put it into a little hole.”
Now I do understand that sentiment; I often wonder why people sit in a theater and listen to actors semi-sing the lyrics to a story that is done so much better on a movie screen with real dialog, special effects and a really big picture.
Here is the thing about golf, it teaches you much about life.
Life is hard – If just making contact with a club on a little white ball is not enough, golf like life, is loaded with hazards. Trees, rough, sand, water, trenches…all to test your skill and your temperament.
Practice makes better – Like most of life, there is no perfect in golf.
Keep your head down and your eye on the ball – OK, keeping your head down is not always a good idea in life, but metaphorically it is always a good idea to keep your eye on the ball.
Life is not fair – You learn this when your best drive of the year reaches the water hazard that you thought was out of your range, and you are penalized a stroke for your very best shot.
Karma exist - You learn this when you hit a horrible shot and it bounces off a tree and onto the green one foot from the cup.
Stay in the now – You are only as good or as bad as your last swing.
Perspective – No matter how bad a player you are, you will find yourself behind a foursome of players that are even worse than you are and taking forever to finish the hole.
Humility – No matter how well you are playing, there is always someone much better…usually in the foursome behind you waiting for your slow ass to finish the hole.
Golfers are the best – I have never met a golfer that was not a really nice person…except for those slow horrible players in the foursome ahead or those impatient asshats in the foursome behind me.
Life should be like golf for this last one:
Golfers have no race or ethnicity – There are Black people, White people, Asians, Indians, any number of races and cultures, but on the public courses I play, there are only Golfers!
So, there you have it people who don’t understand golf.
Now someone just needs to explain to me why I would pay $150 to watch actors pretending to be animals singing every line in the same fake sing-song style of every single musical ever performed, when I could pop in a DVD of “The Lion King” for nothing.