I Promise, You Don't Ever Want To Play Golf With Me. Why Do Men Torture Themselves With This Game ?

This past Christmas my husband and I bought our little one Cole a set of Golf Clubs. He is always trying to be just like daddy and he loves sports so we decided to break down and get him his very own clubs. My husband throughout the winter has been teaching him his swing and how to hit the ball on our acreage. He is pretty good at it. My husband is like some pro golfer who should be on tour. Once that club hits the ball in half of a half of a second you have lost sight of it. I think he might have hit a bird yesterday though...

So, yesterday we decided for family day we were going to go to the Cumberland Cove golf course and driving range.It was a beautiful day, nearly 70 degrees with a gentle breeze. Cumberland Cove is the most sought after subdivision here in Crossville TN. From the Golf Course, to hiking trails, to mountain views, creeks and streams Cumberland Cove is both a beautiful place to live and play. Many relocate here to Crossville TN and retire to Cumberland Cove.

We loaded up our golf clubs. My husband spent the winter trying to find me a couple of golf clubs. I am lefty so imagine how hard that was ! Ya know, I have to say Golf looks easier than it really is. For the life of me I could not get that stupid ball off the tee but I took chunks, chunks I tell you of grass and slung more dirt in an hour than a backhoe could in 5 minutes.My children were hysterically funny. Gracelyn somehow kept hitting the balls behind her ????? Cole seemed to be a natural and of course tried to help Mommy and his big sister. The whole time I kept thinking to myself " no wonder why men drink beer on the course ". You have to if you want to get through this game. As for me I am already dangerous with a club, add a couple of beers and well, we will just not think about that.

Four an hour for me it was a swing and a miss. Finally, I got the ball off the tee only to find it landed on my foot. In the meantime my husband swings and hits some cat that decides to run through the course, the cat is okay by the way...but he won't run through the course again :). Half way through I decided I needed bengay, a handicap and someone to hit the ball for me. My daughter was still hitting the ball behind her and my husband was convinced we were going to hurt ourselves. For the life of my daughter and I we could not figure out how to position our feet and my husband was convinced I was trying to hit a softball.....a softball would have been easier. Give me a golf ball and I am a fish out of water. It was a good thing I wasn't playing for charity or something. Poor charity organization.

In the end my husband told me I was better at driving the golf cart :) :). It's probably safer for myself and everyone else involved as well. It's a good thing we decided to hit at the range and not play 9 holes. With my daughter and I playing I wouldn't be writing this blog....we would still be on the second hole. I'm leaving the golfing to the men in my home. Gracelyn and I decided we were much better "sports" at the mall.I have to say muscles I didn't even know I had hurt this morning. I mean really, golf seems like a self inflicted torture game.....why do men do that to themselves ?

I think I figured out my problem :

• The Club is Longer Than My Arms ?
• The Ball Was Crazy Glued To The Tee ?
• I Was Afraid I Would Hit The Welcome Center ?
• I Didn't Want To Be Better Than My Husband ???
• I Didn't Want My Daughter To Feel Alone ?

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