Golf, heroin, improper postures, etc.
I'm just back from buying a Cobra 9-iron...as well as an iron for every other conceivable occasion. I was going to buy my clubs one at a time, until I thought, why? The golf shop threw in a free bag, some balls and a video (I had asked for Caddyshack, but they don't carry it, so I got Golf for Dummies). I should have asked how to carry the bag -- I realized when getting it out of my car that I have no idea how the straps work, so I carried it up clasped in my arms, like an unconscious body. Right now I've got it propped up in front of me, where I can gaze lovingly at them.
I read a couple books that if you haven't read, I highly recommend: Grand Slam (about Bobby Jones), and The Greatest Game Ever Played (about the 1913 US Open). They're both by Mark Frost, and fantastic books, even if one's not into golf. They reassured me that I was normal: I was getting so obsessed with going to the driving range, it was embarrassing -- I even lied to my dad once about where I was going, because he kept making remarks like, 'Everything in moderation.' As if it were a heroin addiction...well, I suppose heroin isn't good even in moderation.
Anyway, the people in the book actually slept with their clubs, which I don't do, and built their own backyard courses out of tin cans and dirt (which I can't do, because I live in an apartment).
But, my swing is still erratic. Sometimes I go and can't get the ball in the air, and then men insist on coming up to me and giving me tips, which I've gotten better at politely ignoring. One reason I got really bad for awhile was because I had so many mutually contradicting tips in my head -- some guy even came up and told me to 'spread my legs.' That just does not seem like a thing you should ever be able to tell a stranger.
Labels: books, golf, los angeles, people, stupid
posted by Unknown @ 4:30 pm
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So have you suddenly decided to become the best golfer ever? have you had any lessons? My suggestion would be to take one before you develop a ton of bad habits. Also, a pro could tell you how to carry the bag. Actually, who carries a bag anymore? He could show you how to strap it to a cart though. Be careful. I think that golf addictions can become as expensive as a good heroin addiction. (A good heroin addiction???)
I actually had serious dreams of going pro, until I played my first round. (If I'd been playing croquet, I would have done splendidly.) When I first started, I took some lessons, and for awhile, I was hitting it really well. But now, something is going wrong and I'm not sure what. It's funny how my stance mutates over time.
Of course, I just discovered that I love downhill skiing a couple weeks ago....
Well, there you go. I can teach skiing and the best in the world (imho) is about an hour from me here in Denver.
I didn't realize you had been playing golf a while. I suppose I have, but well... I golf well enough to be President one day, and that's not too well.
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That's a nice change from "Are they real?" In any case, I'm more real than you, Mr. Panovil-spokesman.
ery interesting blog, you say. I agree with you!
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