Golf, etc

About a month ago or more, I took up golf. I never dreamed I would enjoy golf as much as I do…but I do. When I played a par-three course back in 1994, I think I got the maximum number of strokes on each hole. I never gave playing after that much thought. However, I was asked to play in a charity golf outing for my school in July, and was talked into joining a team. I bought clubs (driver, 3W, 5W, 3-4 Hybrid, 5-PW Irons, and putter) and went out and played a regular course…not so well. I enjoyed it though.

A few days later, I let my dad take a few swings with my clubs. He hadn’t played since the 1980s when he got so frustrated he threw his putter into one of the lakes…and being a Christian, knew that golf was becoming too much a “near occasion of sin” (and let me tell you…it is both fun and frustrating), so he gave golf up, until, that is, messing around with my clubs reminded him how much he enjoyed the game. Dad and I went out to a par-three course, he then got his own clubs, and we have been having a great time. Since then we have played regularly, and Jonathan has even gotten into it. Jennifer has her own set of clubs as well (a birthday present from yours truly). I have expanded my clubs a bit, adding a sand wedge, 3-iron, 4-iron, and short range chipping iron. I bought the 3 and 4 irons because I am more consistent with irons than my fairway woods or hybrids, and I can get about the same distance with them as the hybrids.

I don’t want to get too philosophical here, but in the last few years (especially after having a regular job doing what I like doing), I have been enjoying things I always associated with being “adult.” I listen to A.M. radio more than I used to. I couldn’t care less if my clothing is stylish as defined by Hollywood or today’s teens. I am giving consideration to what it will take to provide for and protect my future family. I have also become more assertive and less likely to nuance the heck out of everything I say about my beliefs (speaking in a nebulous way was an annoying habit I picked up in seminary). Man, am I turning into my dad or what?