I'm happy to read that I'm not the only one here who doesn't like golf. I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me.
The guys I work with golf at least once or twice during "working hours" each month, plus almost every weekend. They don't understand why I don't do this with them. I don't understand why I can't take off to go diving or sailing as compensation for their golf days. I sure don't understand the appeal of golf as a sport.
Of course, I don't have any "normal" hobbies. Diving, sailing, flying ultralights (now grounded by my wife until my kids get older), auto racing (SCCA, WRC, CART, but not NASCAR-which seems almost anti-American), weightlifting, and fishing with my boys, 6 and 9, ....those are my interests.
Things I wish I could learn to do:
Race my own car (briefly did that as teenager, but just SOLO in the SCCA)
Compete in "combat" pistol competitions (Used to "paper punch" with handgun. Shot combat once. It was a hoot.)
Hunt (no time, no lease)
Study self defense
Earn Private Pilot rating
Become a scuba instructor
learn to be a "technical" diver and dive wrecks all over the world.
Oh, yea...a little "golfing" anecdote:
When I moved to the Houston area 12 years ago, I moved to a small community called Kingwood. It is a beautiful, wooded, "Master Planned" community that includes 5 or 6 golf courses, many of them featured in the movie, "Tin Cup", representing various locations on the PGA tour.
With beautiful, stately homes lining some of the courses, and others in a park-like setting, it is quite picturesque (oh, shut up. I don't have a spell checker).
Anyway, my wife and I were driving into Kingwood early one Saturday morning to check on our new home, which was under construction. There was a light mist over the road, but it promised to be a beautiful day. Birds were chirping, the breeze was cool and it was very serene as we slowly cruised down a street beside one of the golf courses with our windows rolled down, taking it all in.....
Ahead of me, as small golf cart crossed the street, as an older gentleman headed for the course, coffee mug in hand. To the left, standing in a small group, were some men out for a day of golf. I thought I caught the sound of gentle laughter.
I looked over at my wife and said, "Now I know why they like golf. It must be really nice just to be out with your friends this morning, enjoying such a beautiful day." After a pause, I added, "I think I might try golf. It would be fun."
About that time I heard a shouted, "Mottttthhherrrrr F.........cccckkkeerrrr!!!!" Then a "swoosh" sound and a flash caught my eye. It was a golf club twirling end over end through the air, it's trajectory sailing it into the middle of a small pond.
"Yep." my wife said, "THAT looks like fun".....
Nuff said. I never took up golf.