As you might suspect, this blog is about golf and the adventures of my high school golf team.
When the announcement was made in school that a golf team was being formed, it didn't interest me at all, UNTIL, my mother reminded me that my Uncle Charles was a retired golfer and that he might loan me his clubs (having clubs was a team requirement). My interest grew, I got the clubs, and was on the team!
Picture this pitiful scene: eight kids from our school with a mishmash of clubs (mine were wooden shaft) and no golfing attire, meeting other kids from suburban schools with matched sets of clubs, golf shoes and other golfing attire. On top of that, our only experience was infrequent practices on range trips.
I can clearly recall our very first match when I had to instruct my playing partner, Barney, on club selection for every shot and how to score his game. We didn't even win one hole. I was soooooo glad when that match was over. Our optimistic golfing coach, Mr._____, tried to cheer us on, telling us that we would improve every week (we didn't). During my two years on the team, we never won a match, but I enjoyed the experience.
What pluses were there, if any? Lots of fresh air and a show of school spirit. Go, Orange and Black!!
More, later.
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