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Golf the real thing
By Kacy Carr
The grass is always greener on the other side. Not as
green as I felt on the inside the day I decided to check
out this golf lark.
I could never get my head around why all the excitement
and fuss at the sheer mention of the word golf.
Off to the local driving range I did go, selected myself a
golf club and purchased a token for fifty golf
balls..Maybe if I had more knowledge on the game, I would
have realized the importance of choosing the right size
golf club.
Inserting my token into the slot to collect the golf
balls. What a nightmare. Well? no one told me to place a
basket underneath the shoot. Those balls came flooding out
like Niagra falls. I hasten to add these balls did not
roll they bounced. Some even higher than me, cursed they
were without a doubt.
Doomed from the start a golf stick to suit Shrek and
only twenty balls of my fifty. The rest for all I know
could be in Timbukto.
I remember more misses than hits but I was slowly
beginning to like and enjoy this so called golf lark.
Why not try the real thing? a voice called out from the
cubicle next to me. Is this not the real thing I asked.
No mate, came the reply. You need to be on a course.
Determined to find out why this sport is so popular. I
went in search of a course to play the real thing.
Found myself a course with eighteen holes. Now for the
real thing.
Taking the first shot and not taking my eyes of the ball,
I watched it rotate in and around several humps down a
funnel and then swirl in and out of a maze of curves. Bit
like the krypton factor but I was desperate to find out
about the real thing.
It is 5pm and we are closing the attendant called out. But
I am only on hole number three I explained. I am sorry
sir, why not come back tommorrow? and that I did for the
next fornight. Because that is how long it took me to
finish this particular course.
Pedro (The Attendant) and I had struck up a friendly
relationship in all the time I was going back and to. I
am afraid Pedro this golf lark is not for me.
Senor this is crazy golf, it is not the real thing. What
is the difference I asked. I will need to show you senor?
he answered.
Pedro explained that he had a few friends that he would
like me to meet up with. He also went onto say that they
could help me in my quest to find out what the major
attraction in golf is for many thousands of people.
What lovely people Pedro's friends were. Very informative
on the game. Oh and boy oh boy they sure showed me a few
tricks of the trade.
It is was all falling into place now.
Knowing all the rules simplified and made this game more
understanding.
Yes? I was loving this new found sport that was to change
my whole way of life for the rest of my life.
It was time to leave so I thanked everyone for their
expert guidance. Now over to my good friend Pedro, who I
grabbed with so much force giving him such a manly hug and
shaking his hand at the same time. I could not thank him
enough for his time and patience. It was a pleasure Senor,
Pedro replied. By the way I did not quite catch your name
senor.
Just call me TIGER.
About the Author
How I got into the swing of swinging a golf club.
By choosing the right expert guidance expect to play like a proffessional.
http://www.benidormbeaches.com
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