I asked Bug what I should write today’s blog entry about. He said, “golf.” Which didn’t really surprise me. Bug eats, drinks and pees golf. In fact, just a few minutes ago he was sitting on the couch holding his Big Bertha driver and said, “Mom, would you tell me if you can see this flex at all.”
He shook the driver back and forth rapidly. I laughed, but could not detect any flex at that speed.
It was just another of those moments when I try to act interested in golf. The problem is that I’m interested in helping my kids reach their dreams, but Bug’s love for golf exceeds my attention span.
He loves to give step-by-step replays of his best holes: the 45 foot putt he made that broke twice, his first birdie on hole 13’s par 3, 118 yard hole that he used his pitching wedge on. He goes on and on. Until my eyes glaze over.
Bug plays an average of 72 holes of golf a week, reads golf magazines cover to cover, compares golf balls (he likes the Titleist Pro V1 and Callaway HX Hot Bite) and watches all sorts of golf stuff on YouTube. Of all the clips he’s had me watch, the commercials for Titleist’s golf balls are my favorite. (Watch this one. This is another that makes me smile. He's also had me watch this.)
Bug also likes to putt indoors. If his shots hit the upside-down mug he’s aiming for, it’s as if it went into the hole. He also likes to practice his swing inside. But he’s not supposed to. In fact, I don’t really like it when he has more than a putter inside.
Bug’s big goal is to make the high school golf team this year. (He’ll be a freshman.) Tryouts are on August 11th. He told me today that he’s going to try to play 18 holes of golf everyday next week using all the equipment he’s planning to take to the tryouts. He’ll approach each day’s play as if he were trying out for the golf team. I hope it helps.
Whatever the outcome, I’m getting used to the idea that golf paraphernalia will liter my house for many years to come.