Hi, my name is Jim and I play golf. Don’t let anyone fool you. It’s an affliction with no permanent cure. I semi-golfed a few times when I was a teenager, but golfing back then was behind our house with some 2 or 3 odd clubs that one of my friends found in the back of his garage and a few balls one of us found near the 14-foot chain link fence at the country club. The fence was designed to keep us out, but it didn’t work so well with golf balls. I should have thought more about that back then. There was a large field behind our house, and each of us would start on a different side and try to be the first to hit the old oak tree in the center. It seemed like it was miles away to us, but in reality was probably about 200 yards. We never kept score or counted strokes, it was a matter of whoever hits the tree first wins. In reflection, it was a truly enjoyable semi-golf experience as only a kid’s game can be.
Swing, Curse, Repeat
Swing, Curse, Repeat
Swing, Curse, Repeat
Hi, my name is Jim and I play golf. Don’t let anyone fool you. It’s an affliction with no permanent cure. I semi-golfed a few times when I was a teenager, but golfing back then was behind our house with some 2 or 3 odd clubs that one of my friends found in the back of his garage and a few balls one of us found near the 14-foot chain link fence at the country club. The fence was designed to keep us out, but it didn’t work so well with golf balls. I should have thought more about that back then. There was a large field behind our house, and each of us would start on a different side and try to be the first to hit the old oak tree in the center. It seemed like it was miles away to us, but in reality was probably about 200 yards. We never kept score or counted strokes, it was a matter of whoever hits the tree first wins. In reflection, it was a truly enjoyable semi-golf experience as only a kid’s game can be.