How I ended up playing in a two-person golf scramble on Tuesday night is beyond me. It started with a text that went a little something like this:
"Hey, just checking to see if you want to tag along at golf tonight. Ride in the cart. Maybe swing a few. Or meet up later."
It ended with me toting around my husband's clubs and tossing around terms like eagle, bogey, and, regrettably, slice.
I sliced a lot.
And I laughed a lot too.
Which is good for the soul (and particularly good for a battered one).
So I want to thank those who encouraged me to take up this new sport.
And let my husband know that I totally get it now.
Not golf. I'm not sure I'll ever get that - or what the deal is with all the clubs. Seems a little excessive (as I opted to only use three, maybe four of them).
But I do understand that spending time on the golf course helps him deal.
And it really is peaceful.
Until someone yells, "Fore!"
Which, by the way, I never had to do.