This past summer I decided to give golf a sincere effort. I took lessons 30 +/- years ago, but I never played consistently. My husband LOVES to play so he was encouraging me in my endeavor. We belong to a club, but it's small so there is no 9 hole ladies group. I call the 18 hole group The Big Girls, because they are all so darn competitive. Well, "some" of the Big Girls kept telling me to come join them. "How do I ever plan to get better if I don't play? Everyone is really nice," yada yada.
So with my husband pleased as punch, I joined. Nervous as heck I ventured out, and after playing 1 hole with them, I was wishing I could get my money back. My t-shot was decent but my next shot went in some big long sand trap, and then I probably took 3 more shots trying to get out of the darn stuff. There was another group waiting to t-off behind us and I'm sure they were saying, "Oh great, we're going to be here all day". Then after I finished the hole they asked me for my score card - because you have to switch and keep someone else's score as I guess you're not trusted to keep your own. Well I didn't even HAVE a scorecard because I saw that one was on our cart when we started. Oh no. Everyone has to have their own card AND you have to separate your putts from your other strokes. I was so baffled I wasn't even sure how many strokes I'd taken. I just wanted to go home!
Needless to say, I was never going back. I could play half way decent when I played with my husband. So what was the problem here? As the summer wore on, I actually improved. We started playing with another couple, and the wife played about like me. So our husbands thought we should BOTH play with the Big Girls. I was like, "no way", but she wanted to do it so I agreed to venture out again - this time with my new friend. Well, those Big Girls didn't scare her as she played well(or at least okay). And once again, I stunk (but at least I had my own scorecard this time). Then we both went on vacation and/or the weather was bad - I'm not sure, but neither of us have played with them since. They play on Tuesdays.
Today is Thursday and last night the weatherman said it was going to be a beautiful day. He/she was right so I called my friend and we went and played 18 holes I had some great shots and scored well. My friend didn't fare as well. But guess who else was playing? Yep, the Big Girls. I found out afterwards that they didn't play Tuesday because of the weather so today was their make-up day. Even though we didn't actually play with them, one of them wanted me to turn in our scorecard and I thought, "Yes, I'll gladly do that". But then she asked if we'd kept track of our putts, which we hadn't, so she was no longer interested. Darn!
My friend couldn't stay for lunch so I thought I'd just wander inside and see if any of the Big Girls would welcome me at their table. I guess they were too busy gabbing because no one said anything. Maybe they didn't see me. So why didn't I just walk up and ask if I could join them? I don't know. Probably because I'm afraid of the Big Girls. Do you suppose there's therapy for this? Good Grief!
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Jeez, it's 8th grade all over again! It's ok, J. I would have that same thing. I only golf on Ladies Night because we don't keep score and nobody cares if you pick your ball up and throw it back onto the fareway. You need to come and golf up here with me sometime. Heck, Em comes too, and she doesn't golf, just drives me around in the cart!
Sounds like a fun group.
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