So, Jason and I decided to start golfing. Jason already had a set of clubs and had taken a semester of golf in college. I, on the other hand, had never really played golf, but have a decent understanding of it...also, I grew up around golf, tagged along with all of my friends in college, and love watching golf on TV.
We decided after watching the Masters a few weeks ago, to purchase me a set of clubs and start knocking some balls around. Well, we did just that. We found a decent set for me and got all pumped up to start playing. So, last Sunday we went to lunch and then in search of a driving range. We knew that there was one on Hickam Air Force Base, but we drove around and scoped out some others. We did end up going to Hickam and thankfully, there was no one around to see me swinging...teehee.
We bought a couple of buckets of balls and Jason told me which club to use and then showed me how to swing properly.
Well, I did ok...I tried to channel the golfing side of my family...all of my Mom's side golfs religiously and I know my Dad used to golf as well...so I figure I have a decent chance of doing alright.
Things were going good until about halfway through my bucket. No joke, I hit a bird! There are tons of doves around here. They aren't scared of people at all. We actually have to step around them on the sidewalk. Well, wouldn't you know that there would be one about 10 feet in front of me. I didn't see it, due to keeping my eyes on the ball, or I would have tried to scare it away. Jason had been calling my shots "worm burners", due to the fact that they were skimming the grass and this one was no exception.
Well, I hit the ball and when I looked up to follow it, all I saw were feathers! I started screaming and looking away. Jason immediately starting saying, "Its ok, its ok! It flew away". Well, I saw the bird prior to flight in a cloud of feathers, and it had totally just had its world rocked. I closed my eyes and didn't see it fly away, but Jason kept saying that it would be fine. I figure it flew off to die...And then I thought of the Fleetwood Mac song...Edge of Seventeen. "Just like the one winged dove, sings a song, sounds like she's singing. Ooo baby oooo oooo.
So, look out birds, I will be back again! Hopefully PETA won't be at the golf course anytime in the near future.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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2 comments:
LOL! Poor little birdie :( Now I have that Fleetwood Mac song stuck in my head.....
MY personal favorite is that Jason nicknamed your shots. That's awesome. And yes, when I took golf in college, I played an entire 18 holes of golf with nothing but worm-burners. So, it can be done. ;)
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