By Alex Hutchins
I have never been one to . up the game
of golf as it seems rather silly hitting this little ball around well
manicured lawns, around trees and swamps, and pits of sand, all to
see if you can take fewer hits or shots or strokes or whatever they
are called than you did the last time.
Very few people go out onto the golf
course and play a “round of golf” by themselves as they always
need to be in a foursome while sometimes a twosome is permitted if
the course is not busy. If you see anyone alone on the course they
are usually practicing their putting or they are out on the driving
range hitting a bucket of balls.
And while I am not interested in taking
up this so-called sport, I did hop into a golf cart with my brother
one afternoon to have some brother time while he got permission from
the steward to go out on the course and simply play a few holes.
As we were driving to his first tee
area, he explained to me that the traditional golfer never used a
gold cart as it was all walking; in fact, all the golfers must walk
during all PGA competitions. A caddy, he explained, typically would
carry the gold bags of 2 players, one on each shoulder.
At the tee, my brother situated
something on the ground on which he place the golf ball and after he
tried a few practice swings, he raised his arms back and swung with
all his might it seemed. I looked as he swung but could not find the
ball in the air.
Then I heard...
DEFECATE although it was articulated
with the shorter version with the “i” extended well beyond its
normal length of time.
I wondered if all golfers needed to
talk like this.
My brother muttered something to
himself about staying focused and paying attention... then, he put
down another ball and smacked it hard again.
This time, he was pleased with what he
had done and walked briskly back to the cart, put his club in the bag
on the back, and jumped into the seat and off we went.
“Did you see where it went,” he
asked?
“No,” I responded in an
apprehensive tone.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,”
he said jovially.
Around and around and around my brother
drove the cart, weaving in and out of trees, as we went this way and
that looking for that one ball he hit well. He finally spotted it
and headed in that direction. Once there he held something up in the
air and asked if I knew what it was. I shook my head no but wondered
why he thought I would know what it was.
It is a spotter, I think is what he
called it and it is used by golfers (actually it is the job of the
caddy) to view the flag on the green through the telescope like lens
device and once you have the flag inside this red circle, the button
on the top is pushed down and the number of feet is display at the
bottom of the screen, indicating its distance from our location.
Isn't that cheating I thought to
myself, not wanting to appear naïve and stupid in front of my
brother, but come on, isn't that part of the skill of the sport is to
estimate that distance.
Hell no apparently.
So again, my brother explained that the
distance let him know which club to use as they are rated by distance
when hit perfectly.
As if he heard my mind thinking the
word “cheating,” he explained how just knowing the distance and
which club was only a minor part of the skill that was required. One
had to know how to properly hit with each club and that took
practice.
One had to take into consideration the
velocity of the wind and from what direction was it blowing as well
as how the ball would roll or bounce and in what direction. The
height of the grass is also a factor in how the ball is hit.
Then there is trajectory calculations
that can be done if you want to get that advanced in calculating your
next shot.
Again, I thought to myself, doesn't
that take the fun out of the sport if it is that scientific... and,
if it is really that scientific why not just do those calculations on
paper and save yourself all the walking and practicing.
Apparently getting the proper swing
down and mastered is not as easy as it seems because my brother said
that I did not want to know how much money he has paid to a trainer
to help him get his swing to the quality it is today.
He was absolutely correct with that one
as I could care less how much money he spent.
All total, my brother played about 5
holes and with each hole he hit two balls and not because he was
hitting the ball badly but because he said he was playing for me
which doubled his practice. Several times he got upset with himself
claiming that he was spending too much time talking to me and not
staying focused.
I asked him did he not talk when he was
playing in a foursome? And, there is another level of skill that
needs to be developed he boasted back at me, not letting their
conversation distract you.
So, it is ok to joke around, tell
jokes, talk about business deals as long as when you step up to hit
the ball, you put all of that conversation out of your mind, focus,
and concentrate. Again, why play golf while one is doing this? And,
the more often one goes out playing golf in a foursome, the more
frustration could become trying to maintain focus and concentration.
Again, how could all of that be fun or
seen as a sport... and yet, it is, and people make millions a year
hitting that ball around.
It's not really good exercise either
since most people use golf carts.
On one of our first greens, my brother
asked if I wanted to take a shot. Of course, I said yes, and jumped
at the opportunity to show off my beginner's luck.
He handed me the putter and appeared to
be studying how I should make the shot and then I just smacked the
ball. It went flying to the flag pole, a tad too hard, but hit the
pole squarely.
Not bad for a first shot, I said. No,
my brother said, it was a perfect shot... just a little too hard.
I toyed with the idea of buying a bag
of clubs but quickly put that idea out of my head... but still cannot
get the idea out of my head that golfers could measure their
distance.
It still seems like cheating to me.
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