Yes, I know it isn’t April 20th yet…
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. It might seem odd to have a favorite day in April that isn’t the 20th, but before I was a “cannabis enthusiast”, I was a golfer. Don’t roll your eyes or fall a sleep. I promise I can make a compelling argument for one of the most time consuming sports there is. I know I promised a golf blog at some point in the past, so let’s begin…
Why Golf Is The Best Sport
How I love thee…
My grandfather introduced me to golf around the age of 11 or 12, I honestly do not remember exactly how old I was, but I remember it being a deep dive into the game. I can recall my first set of clubs. Hand me downs, which is what every starter set is. My driver and fairway woods were exactly that, wooden. I can recall my first trip to the driving range, dropping my first bucket of balls into a scattered mess, and then proceeding to hit them in a scattered mess on the range.
Any golfer will tell you though, it only takes one swing to get you hooked. To me, it is the heroin of sports. I have shot a 3 pointer, and the sound of a swish is satisfying, but it doesn’t defy physics. I have kicked a soccer ball for a goal, caught a pass for a touchdown, hit a double (might have occurred in coach pitch 2nd grade league), but none of those actions ever gave me the satisfaction golf did.
That one swing though. That one connection where the club moves through the ball without you feeling it for even a second. You pull your head up, for a spilt second almost embarrassed – “God, did I just miss the ball?”, only to see it vanish, the site of a small black dot only getting smaller and moving further from you at an impossible speed. I have never done it, but I imagine it feels like pressing the launch button on the Space Shuttle.
The swing after the shuttle launch, for most of us, is back to the dribbled fifty yard shank. But by then, you are all ready chasing the dragon.
Earlier I said golf defied physics. It has been described as a game of opposites. And it really is. I spent years straggling clubs and swinging out of my shoes only to see balls barely get off the ground and not get anywhere near my target. It took quite a bit of time before I learned it wasn’t about speed, but tempo. Slow and steady means distance and accuracy. Speed and power means you are in the woods taking a penalty stroke, in most cases. If none of this paragraph is making sense, congratulations, you are beginning to understand golf.
Today is the first day of the 2016 Master’s Tournament at Augusta National in Georgia. This is one of my favorite days of the year.