Drew & Golf
Drew is my best friend, and when the warmer months come to this God-forsaken part of our country, we will find the practice tee and begin to spend a summer belting out golf balls. When Drew was seventeen years old, he was the best golfer for his age group in the state of Iowa. He lost some of his magic in the sixties when we were all involved with civil rights and the war in Viet Nam. Golf seemed unimportant then. We were going to improve the world and live happily ever after. After our bubble burst, and we settled for a less-than-perfect world, we again gathered our golf clubs and headed for the practice tee. Now we are more serious about golf. The concern and energy has shifted to the mechanics of the swing and we no longer care if the world goes to hell, in fact we wish it would. But golf is the summer, and hitting thousands upon thousands of balls seems to have a worthwhile meaning. We are considering turning pro at the end of the summer. We bought a video tape player to record our swings and we analyze the swings and hope the device will improve our games. I'm anxious for the school year to end so I can get down to serious business. Golf is not fun, it’s a challenge. The biggest challenge I've ever faced. I can’t think of a feeling that is more worthwhile than hitting a high fade with a five iron. It's almost orgasmic. The feeling of taking a hack and working on his game and the delight that shines on his face when he hits a good shot. The pride that can be taken when you walk through the clubhouse and one of the members grabs you and wants you to help him with his game--his faith in your expertise.