Monday, September 7, 2009

A Hole in One

Today a first. I was playing golf with the boyfriend and he hit a hole-in-one. Up in the air and down the stick. Thunk. Just like that. A hole-in-one. A story to tell. I’m learning that golf too is about stories. The narrative of our day on the course, the anecdotes, what he said, and then what I said and what the man on the next hole said. It’s a story in 18 chapters. Play the holes; write the stories. And sometimes Thunk! A hole-in-one.

Watching Women's Golf

We went back again for another day of women’s golf. I surprised myself by how much I enjoyed watching three women hole after hole. We followed Choi and Haregan and Noh for nine holes then had lunch at the turn and went back wards watching more groups until we caught Choi and company again and then stayed with them until the end.

I found myself creating stories for them, creating relationships and feelings and ideas about who they are. Was the caddy a Dad, brother, coach, mother? Were they happy, sad, angry? What were the personal stakes outside the money and LPGA card? I realized I do write fiction al the time and these three young women gave me characters to build on.

But for my own golf they gave me repeated pictures of perfect swings and perfect poise when their swing was not perfect. Who knew I would fall in love this year and who knew I’d fall in love with golf too.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Futures Tour in Albany

I went to Capital Hills in Albany today to watch the Duramed Futures Tour. It was a blast watching great women golfers in person. Yes! to seeing feminine power and Yes! to their great posture and amazing shoulders and Yes! Yes! to an amazing array of shoes and skorts and shorts and women’s golf attire.

I’ve concluded that skirts are way sexier than shorts and sleeveless rocks every time. These women have fabulous arms and shoulders. Michele Obama would weep for the arms on these gals.

Bottom-line: I want to swing with the kind of power I saw today but I also want the taupe shoes (that long line of leg to shoe) and a slim golf skirt (not the A-line that makes you look like a lampshade).

Ok, so it’s not supposed to be about the clothes. Who are you kidding? Just ask Golf Girl ( who makes golf look like a unique kind of outdoor sex.

For me, if it takes shoes and skirts to get me feeling groovy on the backswing, then bring it!