Back in January I was over my friends' apartment and we were all watching I Love You, Man on tv. For some inexplicable reason, Rashida Jones' character has the cutest golf clothes and yet has no idea how to play. I wanted cute golf clothes, and for these I was willing to learn how to play. Soon the idea for a ladies golf club materialized, and plans were made.
Two and a half months later, we finally got on that. Yesterday T and I navigated the West Side subway and bus system to arrive at Chelsea Piers. We spent the next hour at the driving range. T ended up being pretty good. I, however, couldn't remember a thing from all those junior golf lessons and tournaments my parents signed me up for as a child. I did remember my crush on the cute young golf pro, who was the only reason I agreed to these golf outings.
Golf is a sport that requires patience and form. I don't know what to do when I can't just hit harder, move faster, or flat out check someone to win.