Golfing. You know, golfing's always been one of those things that, to tell the truth, I'm not terribly fond of. I mean, I'll do it, but chances are I won't enjoy it a whole lot. I'm just not very good at it, and it leads to no little amount of frustration. But I do it because, like it or not, it's one of the few activities that my family can do together. I basically signed up for PE golf a year ago to learn how to do something with my dad.
It's kinda like how I feel about poker, I guess- I don't truly and deeply enjoy the game, but I play it for the company. It's an excuse to hang out with people who I probably wouldn't get a chance to otherwise. In the Naruto manga, there's a part where Naruto says he hates a guy's guts, but he'll work with him if it helps him reach his goal. On some level, I guess it's like that with me and golf- I DON'T much care for the game, but if that's the only way the family can spend some time together, then so be it, I'll suck it up and smack a ball around for a few hours.
I was a little bit upset recently when my parents were quite adamant about getting me a pair of golf shoes. (I didn't really want them, but I didn't feel like I could really say it to their faces.) I guess I felt like the implication was that after they had dropped a load of cash on equipment for me, I would be obligated to try a little harder and enjoy it a little more. But the fact is, I really only HAVE this much interest and enthusiasm for the game. I just CAN'T fake any more than I already am. Bah.
Sometimes, it's like I can't tell who's [accompanying] who- me or my dad. Like, I can tell he really wants to coach me and make me better, but I just don't like the game enough to WANT to practice and get real good at it. And on those real bad days, I don't even wanna be out there. And it's like, is HE doing ME the favor by coaching, or am I doing HIM the favor by being coached? I guess I ought to mention that my dad can be one of the most frustrating/annoying teachers in the world- he likes to say the same thing about 5 times, sometimes in different words, sometimes not. And in your head, you're just thinking, ok, OK, I GOT it already. And then I gotta spend like 10 seconds cooling off and clearing my head before I can hit the ball. I guess that's one of the things that's kinda weird about the game of golf for me- there's not a whole lotta room for emotion during the act. You can't dump your anger into a shot and expect it to come out well; adrenaline and fury do nothing for your game. It's an exercise in patience and controlling my temper though, that's for sure.
I dunno, but I guess golf is one of those things that's good to know how to do. Kinda like changing your oil, fixing the kitchen sink, tying all sorts of rope knots, planting a garden, tying a fishing line- none of which I really know how to do. Man, I better get on it.
It's kinda like how I feel about poker, I guess- I don't truly and deeply enjoy the game, but I play it for the company. It's an excuse to hang out with people who I probably wouldn't get a chance to otherwise. In the Naruto manga, there's a part where Naruto says he hates a guy's guts, but he'll work with him if it helps him reach his goal. On some level, I guess it's like that with me and golf- I DON'T much care for the game, but if that's the only way the family can spend some time together, then so be it, I'll suck it up and smack a ball around for a few hours.
I was a little bit upset recently when my parents were quite adamant about getting me a pair of golf shoes. (I didn't really want them, but I didn't feel like I could really say it to their faces.) I guess I felt like the implication was that after they had dropped a load of cash on equipment for me, I would be obligated to try a little harder and enjoy it a little more. But the fact is, I really only HAVE this much interest and enthusiasm for the game. I just CAN'T fake any more than I already am. Bah.
Sometimes, it's like I can't tell who's [accompanying] who- me or my dad. Like, I can tell he really wants to coach me and make me better, but I just don't like the game enough to WANT to practice and get real good at it. And on those real bad days, I don't even wanna be out there. And it's like, is HE doing ME the favor by coaching, or am I doing HIM the favor by being coached? I guess I ought to mention that my dad can be one of the most frustrating/annoying teachers in the world- he likes to say the same thing about 5 times, sometimes in different words, sometimes not. And in your head, you're just thinking, ok, OK, I GOT it already. And then I gotta spend like 10 seconds cooling off and clearing my head before I can hit the ball. I guess that's one of the things that's kinda weird about the game of golf for me- there's not a whole lotta room for emotion during the act. You can't dump your anger into a shot and expect it to come out well; adrenaline and fury do nothing for your game. It's an exercise in patience and controlling my temper though, that's for sure.
I dunno, but I guess golf is one of those things that's good to know how to do. Kinda like changing your oil, fixing the kitchen sink, tying all sorts of rope knots, planting a garden, tying a fishing line- none of which I really know how to do. Man, I better get on it.
posted by Dear Daniel at 9:00 PM
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