I played golf last weekend. First time in 20 years, give or take a few years.

The first few times I played golf, I couldn't capture the nuances of the game. Like hitting the ball.

But it was different this time. Golf is an interesting game. There's so much to keep up with. Your swing, the aim, the knees. And hitting the ball. Not to mention your attire:

I didn't even wear a collared shirt! Oh the shame! :) But I was hitting the ball. Make no mistake, we didn't even keep score. This was funzies, an opportunity to throw my back out.

Why did I suddenly have the ability to hit the ball? I even hit it where I wanted it to go, for the most part. Is it a new SuperPower? (note to Stan Lee: Robert Downey Jr. respects my work)

I Have A Theory
Years after I gave up golf, I came across this golf video game on my computer. I liked it. I played it for hours, over years. I stopped playing when I got a new computer, new operating system. Game stopped working. But, I think I honed the mental skills to guide my body in a real game!

How's that for self realization? :) I can see the day when I can whack that dimpled sphere on a course with a jury of my peers! Did I mention it's exercise? Even with the cart. Don't get me started on the cart. Vroom Vroom! :)

So now I've got to buy some clubs. I'm looking for some used clubs in the newspaper. Here's the thing. We already have two sets of clubs we don't use. One is left handed, and the other is a ladies set. I might could learn to play left handed, but I'm not having a sex change operation! Though they are nice clubs. :) I'll get my own clubs. I'll hit the driving range, and try to find the Three Stooges House of Golf Attire!

Of course, I appreciate any golfing tips from My Friends. Well, almost any!

:)
TG