BIGBALL
Active member
You know.. I think about this alot, especially as I have gotten older.. And I would say the way that I look at it as I have gotten older has changed.
There is nothing better for me than waking up early and feeling the anticipation while driving getting to the course on a beautiful summer morning. Arriving at the course, seeing the holes while pulling in, figuring how I might play them and not being able to wait to play! Then getting to the putting green or range, the rising sun just peaking out over the horizon and shining on my face, dew on the grass, my son and my other golfing crew talking jovially to each other while warming up. From there, getting called to the tee box, and the adrenaline, even to this day, flows just a bit more, and my thoughts kind of mutate to include the task at hand. Still, between those shots, still feeling the warmth of the sun, the smell of the cut grass, hearing the geese on the pond , and knowing on top of all this a great wife and family is waiting... Then you realize the sheer joy of being able to play this game, and you can't help but smile - even with that ball you just hit into the pond!
I try my best to convey this to my son - he is 15, he just started playing last year, yet expects to play like Rickie Fowler, and he will hit a couple bad shots and sulk. But I know he won't take all this in now, just like I didn't when I was his age. I guess it takes taking the path you did to this point to realize just how great this game - and your life - is..
There is nothing better for me than waking up early and feeling the anticipation while driving getting to the course on a beautiful summer morning. Arriving at the course, seeing the holes while pulling in, figuring how I might play them and not being able to wait to play! Then getting to the putting green or range, the rising sun just peaking out over the horizon and shining on my face, dew on the grass, my son and my other golfing crew talking jovially to each other while warming up. From there, getting called to the tee box, and the adrenaline, even to this day, flows just a bit more, and my thoughts kind of mutate to include the task at hand. Still, between those shots, still feeling the warmth of the sun, the smell of the cut grass, hearing the geese on the pond , and knowing on top of all this a great wife and family is waiting... Then you realize the sheer joy of being able to play this game, and you can't help but smile - even with that ball you just hit into the pond!
I try my best to convey this to my son - he is 15, he just started playing last year, yet expects to play like Rickie Fowler, and he will hit a couple bad shots and sulk. But I know he won't take all this in now, just like I didn't when I was his age. I guess it takes taking the path you did to this point to realize just how great this game - and your life - is..