Golf

Hard to believe, but I used to play golf in high school. In fact, I was on the golf team even though I was never any good. Turns out, when there are 12 spots on the team and only 11 people who want to play, everyone gets to be on the team. I was the only girl on the team my freshman year, but being on the golf team did come with some tangible perks. Free nine holes of golf every afternoon during the spring plus fifty buckets of free practice balls. That's actually worth a couple hundred bucks. Alas, I digress! Living in New England for the last decade has presented NO opportunities to hit golf balls. Lack of car, lack of driving ranges near the T and freezing temperatures half the year do not make for a golf friendly environment.

I supposed I could have overcome all of these hurdles if I were truely serious, but at the end of the day, who wants to trudge through snow with some clubs to hit balls in a basement in front of a simulated computer generated golf scene and pay a hundred bucks a month to boot. Therefore, I was excited when I spotted a driving range on the way to church a few weeks ago right on our bus route. I ordered a "pre-owned" iron off off amazon (of course) and went on an adventure this afternoon. I wish I could say that the outing went smoothly, but I can't. I managed to lose my one golf club immediately and had to enlist someone to track it down. Then I was utterly confused by the machine that dispensed the balls, golf ball dispensing technology certainly has changed. Finally, I was reminded how utterly WASPY and preppy the whole sport is when I spotted a woman wearing a white visor withe her hair pulled back in a pert ponytail. I can't believe I used to do this most days as a teenager. Then again I had plasticmom driving me around and footing the bill. I do love whacking those balls, but I have to admit that I took up golf mainly so I could avoid PE because I hated running and had flunked the one mile run.