The crowd grows quiet. The player addresses the ball. A couple of back swings that stop centimeters short of making contact with the ball. The player adjusts his stance. A couple more faux back swings. Here it comes… Beautiful form… The club comes down and a resounding ping is heard as it makes contact with the ball. The little ball rises high in the air; up…up…up… Where the hell is the ball?!
A True Golf Aficionado’s Dream Come True
The Vail Golf Tournament is more likely to be replaced by the big screen TV, the beer and relaxation at its finest coupled with NFL Game Day in my house. But each to his own. I can appreciate a great golf tournament however. It’s those 7 seconds of sky where they tend to lose me. On the other hand, the putting is so nerve wracking that I practically tear my hair out trying to will that ball into the hole. And I stand to win absolutely nothing if it does perchance go in. Nonetheless, it is fun to watch people who truly know what they’re doing out there on the golf course.
Just Enough To Be Dangerous
That’s how much I know about golf… Just enough to yell at the guy for slicing it or hooking it (though I can never remember which way is which); and certainly enough to utter a resounding “OOOOOHH” when the ball loops around the edge of the hole without actually going in. I have to give the golfers a lot of credit. That would be the time when my patience would be at its very wit’s end and some putter would end up in someone’s head… Most likely, my caddy’s.
I probably get that from my mother. She was a huge fan of golf, right up until she had to putt.