I admit it. I have never understood golf. Football (in the stands) is grand. Softball (on the field) is great. But I can’t stand golf from either perspective. Even mini-golf is enough to make me pass out from boredom. I figure I’ll take it up when I’m 85, give or take a decade.
All this aside, I have a good friend, Kerri, who is a golf fanatic. In high school she was, if I remember correctly, on pretty much every single female sports team available. She could do it all. As an adult she hurt her knee. And then she discovered golf. And she found her next great love. Give her some tee times, and she’ll be there.
She thinks I’m clueless, and maybe I am. But what is the fun of hitting a little ball with a club and then walking for ten minutes to find it? Rinse and repeat? She laughs the laugh of an insider, shaking her head at my lack of knowledge that is obviously above my pay grade.
Just found a company called 48 Hour Tee Times. If she lived in the Myrtle Beach area — also known as golfing paradise — I’m guessing she’s be a regular. You simply go to www.48hourteetimes.com and choose from myriad great golf courses, book at a discount (savings ranged from $4–43 per round as of this writing) — even at the last minute — and enjoy your time on the green. Or the fairway. Or whatever the proper golf lingo is.
Living in Utah — where golf is limited by weather — may not be ideal. But she seems to find ample places to play and compete. I hope this doesn’t persuade her to move to South Carolina.