I bought golf clubs ten years ago. My husband gave them away five years ago –
with my blessing!
It all started when we moved to a golf community. I agreed to join the Ladies’ Golf League. Why?
Something to do with being in Rome and – you know the rest.
During my lessons (all two of them), I hit some
beauties. My heart raced when the club
made square contact with the ball. I
finally nailed that sucker! But on the
golf course, I bombed.
I only lasted three Wednesdays. One of those Wednesdays I finished
nine holes. It took four hours and I
swung the club well over 100 times. The
other three in my foursome assured me that the mob backed up behind us was
friendly.
“Do I really like this game?” I asked myself. I confessed to temporary insanity and asked
my husband to shoot me if he ever saw another golf club in my hands.
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