That's a peach hon!

I grew up with a love for the movie Caddyshack. I can thank my father for that. The sense of humor is right on par for him. We used to nickname the snooty neighborhood we lived in growing up "Bushwood" as a joke. Much like Home Alone I and II, Rookie of the Year, Christmas Vacation, and other classics, I can re-sight movie lines from Caddyshack to a fault. Seriously, I am sure it's obnoxious. A somewhat recent viewing of Titanic taught me that. Anyway, back in "Bushwood" or rather the glorious neighborhood of Prospect Bay in MD, we lived on a street called Fairway Island. We were the second house on the street and the tee for #10 was through our backyard. The #14 green was the backyard of our neighbor across the street. Very convenient for any man taking elementary school amateurs out with a driver, putter, and limited patience. This being about the only 4 holes of golf I have ever played in my entire life, due to the fact that I never 'picked up the game', I thought I'd attempt the driving range on my first real adult go-around. Whether you read my blog or not, I'll let you know that back in January I said that in 2013 I would learn to sew, attempt to learn the worm, and pick up golf.  

So far I've created a pillow, look like I'm seizuring (I'm getting there...trust me, it takes time), and on Wednesday night, for the first time in over 15 years, I hit about 180 golf balls with my friend Kemp. I learned a few things. My inconsistency is very consistent. I'm probably a better bowler than I will ever be a golfer. I really do love my Kentwool's, and regardless of how terrible I am I need to buy a glove. Homegirl had some sore hands. It probably didn't help that it was humid as hell. Let me paint the picture for you. I'm leaving work and call Kemp to ask if we are still going. 

 

"Kemp - do you think it's going to rain? It's really dark here" 

"I don't think so, but there's a cover there", he tells me.

"OK, great, I'm on my way". Cue the random raindrops.

 

I arrive at the driving range, we get our buckets of balls (as the employee informs us of lightning and playing at our own risk), head down below, hit maybe 5, check out the guy next to us in the hand cut muscle tee and mesh shorts, and the sky bottoms out. I insist on Kemp taking a swing. The lightning at the end was not planned, however.

 

Lucky for us it stopped about 5 minutes later, the sun came out and joined a large rainbow. Very picture perfect. I received a few pointers here and there, but like I said was all over the place. I had some drives I wish I caught on tape and of course, others I followed with "swing and a miss"....and a 30 second pause and collection of myself. I have a new found respect for the sport and look forward to improving. Pointers and company is welcomed! I will say, something about the overall silence and sound of a strong, well hit ball (not mine of course) is attractive. #AdamScott