Tiger Woods, I am not.
I had my first golf lesson last week, and though there's nothing earth-shattering to report, I figured I'd keep you all entertained with a few words about my new life with golf.
I decided many months ago that I wanted to learn to play golf, and when I decide things like that, I also decide to do things right.
U-32 golf coach Joe Salerno has been asking me very kindly when I was actually going to golf after months of me saying, "Yeah, I know, I've got to get around to that...", and last week, I did it. He, very very very patiently, ran me through the basics of a swing, and, as the title of this post suggests, we quickly discovered I'm not Tiger. I'm also not that bad. YET. There is still time, and I'm fully expecting to have quite low expectations for a long, long time.
One of my favorite professors at Springfield College, James Ragonett (Raggonet? How embarassing.), wrote a book about golf and Buddhism. I read books by Rick Riley, Tony Kornheiser, Steve Rushin and some of my favorite Charles Barkley stories involve him and the game of golf, so I figured it was about time. That, and I think I might enjoy hitting things with a golf club.
Any suggestions for the rookiest of rookies to golf?
--Anna Grearson