Golf
Humbling. Addictive.
How did I become so enamored with attacking a small white ball with a metal stick? Once upon a time I thought golf was ridiculous, an absurdity, a pursuit of pretentious proportions. Now I watch the flight of my drives as if I had unleashed a miracle—a drive that went 165 yards! That , for me, is a dramatic dynamic drive.
I listen to my partner practicing her putting on our rug and know that ultimately the game comes down to the short game, but I love the long balls—even sporadically hit long balls.
I'm not a natural athlete so taking up a sport doesn't come easily. So after many years the euphoria when I finally scored a 99 is overwhelming. And tomorrow holds the promise of possibility. Even in a poorly played game there's one hole, or even one shot that is a vision of what is possible. That's what keeps me coming back—intermittent reinforcement.
How did I become so enamored with attacking a small white ball with a metal stick? Once upon a time I thought golf was ridiculous, an absurdity, a pursuit of pretentious proportions. Now I watch the flight of my drives as if I had unleashed a miracle—a drive that went 165 yards! That , for me, is a dramatic dynamic drive.
I listen to my partner practicing her putting on our rug and know that ultimately the game comes down to the short game, but I love the long balls—even sporadically hit long balls.
I'm not a natural athlete so taking up a sport doesn't come easily. So after many years the euphoria when I finally scored a 99 is overwhelming. And tomorrow holds the promise of possibility. Even in a poorly played game there's one hole, or even one shot that is a vision of what is possible. That's what keeps me coming back—intermittent reinforcement.
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