Funny Story:
I’ve been driving the cart and acting as sometime caddy for Logan this spring on the golf course so he can work a little more consistently on his golf game. We’ve had quite a few laughs and I do think his game is improving a bit.
Recently, we were on the course on a busy day playing our usual nine holes and unable to play through so we waited for several minutes on nearly every tee since Logan’s drives are now consistently in the 150-200 yard range. On one of those waits, a cart from the foursome in front of us scooted up to us and the gentleman driving commented on the fact that there was no reason for us to play through because the course was blocked up in front of him leaving us no way to get ahead. We had already observed this ourselves and were content to wait. We do enjoy each other’s company, so no worries there, but it was nice of the unknown cart driver to let us know. However, the next exchange with this gentleman in the cart was hilarious. He asked me if I was the new female pro at the club. Oh my, oh my, nothing could be further from the truth. Logan and I have been having a field day with my sudden promotion from cart-driving granny to golf pro! Cue up the laugh track. Gary says it’s because I dress professionally that people mistake me for a professional. Could be. Also could be the striding around the greens asking Logan, “How do you think this one will break?”
Incidentally, Logan made par on 2 holes, one 3-par and one 5-par. His overall scores are not showing the progress yet because he continues to have a few holes on every round with absurdly high scores for whatever reason, but he’s getting to the point where he knows he COULD shoot par on every hole, even the longest par 5’s. In my opinion as an amateur golf observer most of my life, that is real progress that can’t be denied even if it’s not showing on the scorecard yet.
Care for a lesson? In art, or sewing, or quilting, or knitting, or public speaking, or just about ANY discipline but sports? I’m a pro. Or at least I dress like one.