Saltmeister
The Dangerous Dinner
I found that playing real golf was nothing like playing video golf. I couldn't stand on the tee box of a par 3 thinking :"OK, the wind is left to right and blowing against me, so I'll close my stance, go up a club and choke it down to 85%, and put top spin on the ball to hold the wind." No, I had to whack at the ball with all my might and hope it went in the right direction. It took me fifteen years to learn to hit down on my irons. I'm just now dialing in my driver. And I've found that I can't ever get my game going on all cylinders. If I practice my short game my long game goes to hell. If I'm spot on with the putter I can only hit my driver into the trees. It's so frustrating and beguiling all at the same time. And just when I'm ready to chuck it all I make one of those magical, pure shots. "I hate golf, I hate golf, I hate golf..." "oh, nice shot!" " I love golf, I love golf, I love golf."
I think I hate golf already!
And, golf, unlike other sports, is a lifelong pursuit. You can play it 'til you're dead.
Really? Golf is life? Unlike other sports? Surely someone can't make something else their life, like tennis or chess?
Man, heaven cannot be as good as this.
But it just can't be heaven. Heaven is supposed to come later. Not now.