With spring in the air, I am getting excited about all the sporting events that are great to attend under the sun. While initially I was not a fan of the game of golf, ( Who cares about grown men with sticks hitting a teeny-tiny ball? Please. They don’t have to worry about getting tackled by a 300 pound linebacker or being run over by a 7-foot center) my opinion of the game changed greatly when I was convinced by my boyfriend to join him in a round. I hated it. I thought swinging a club was the most awkward motion I had ever done. I swung the driver and actually missed the ball. I couldn’t understand the difference between a pitching wedge and a putter. Why were the clubs numbered? The sand got in my shoes. My attitude did not improve when I had to watch my boyfriend pound the golf ball over 300 yards away. I was even a bad golf cart driver. Slowly but surely, as we walked hole to hole, the game of golf became an opponent, something I wanted to learn to master… solely to spite it. With each swing of the club, I became more confident. I asked my boyfriend questions about strategy. I watched his swing. I made him drive the golf cart and I avoided the sand traps at all costs. By the 18th hole, I had come to respect the game of golf. While you will not see me every Saturday at the country club, perfecting my swing, you might just see me at the local driving range, trying to hit my enemy, the little white golf ball, as far away from me as possible.

Check out my next post…I asked my boyfriend and some of his college teammates for their opinions on golf, girls, and the oh-so-important college basketball tournament…