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Sunday, July 13, 2008

My Aim is True

This was supposed to be the summer I took a break from playing golf. The past three years I played on a golf league, to minimal degrees of success & enjoyment. This year, the change in employment meant a clean break from the golf league, so I thought I might try to skip playing golf altogether. A fourth of July visit from my best golfing partners, Ryan & MIke, through that out the window.

I hate boring golf stories as much as the next guy, but you must bare with me on this one.

This afternoon, Christie suggested that we should play golf. I reluctantly said sure, we made a tee time at Fruitport Country Club & off we went. We played golf on our second date, & I remember being how surprised at how well she hit the ball for someone who never plays (alright, I'll admit I was surprised how well she hit the ball for a girl), but other than that, it was unremarkable. We went to the driving range once, too but I don't remember her hitting the ball too far. Today, however, was a different story. Every time she hit the ball she hit it a long way, I'd say she averaged about 230 yards a drive & most of them were perfectly straight. I would have been impressed if it were someone who played golf all the time, but for someone who never plays, & doesn't care how good she does I was enthralled. I am not exaggerating in the least bit, I'd say her farthest drive was about 280. She didn't mess up any shots when she gave a full swing, on the other hand, her chips & putts were atrocious, but that shouldn't take away from the show.

On the last whole, par five she stepped up to the ladies tee & smacked the ball a good 260 right down the middle of the fareway. The next shot (five iron, she asked me just like she did all day long) landed right on the green. As we were riding towards the green I told her that she was putting for an eagle & how rare that was. After I chipped on to the green, I told her to take her time & line up the putt & just as I start to tell her where to aim (yeah, I'm turning into that guy) I see the ball shoot past me, not even close. She was able to save par on the last hole of what was the wildest round of golf of my life.

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Happy Sunday, friends...



Joyce said...

I remember how golf can suck you in. Just one good swing is all it takes. I've heard real golfers say it's the short game that's hardest to tame.

Pam said...

Are softball pitching muscles the same ones that drive golf balls? Good for you, Christie!

Christie said...

I'm glad I could be entertaining for you :) and yes Joyce, golf is all about the short game, therefore, I am no good :)

p.s. I KNEW you were only impressed because it was a girl!!

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