The Insanity of Golf

GOLF! This has become my new challenge – as if respiratory therapy wasn’t enough of a challenge. I love this game. It is addicting, frustrating, maddening, exciting, and challenging,

The definition of golf is:

A game played on a large outdoor course with a series of 9 or 18 holes spaced far apart, the object being to propel a small, hard ball with the use of various clubs into each hole with as few strokes as possible.

How hard could that be? A little ball, hit with a club, into a hole. Well, let me tell you – golf can make a sane person, insane. Put a golf club into someone’s hand and ask them to hit the little white ball with a club into a hole, and see what happens to that person. It isn’t pretty – it’s downright ugly.

Don’t be fooled by the serene, peaceful, park-like setting with acres of grass, trees, sand and small bodies of water they call a golf course. It’s a trick. The trees, sand and water are actually put there to produce the insanity. I really think these objects randomly move just to annoy the golfer.

Today I hit about 4 million golf balls. I started with my lesson this morning. My trainer showed me what I was doing wrong – which was just about everything – and I tried to fix my mistakes. I stood like she told me, thinking about all the correct ways my body was supposed to move, not move, twist, turn, swing, don’t move my head etc., etc. Well, seriously how am I supposed to think about all that, and concentrate on hitting the stupid ball too? Who can do all that? Well, I’ll tell you who! The six year old who walked up next to me and started to hit the ball like a mini Tiger Woods.

Did I mention I love golf! See, insanity!