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My boys have taken up golf this year. Honestly, this is a very good thing for me. First of all, I no longer have to endure hours of football practice, watching them get pummeled by other boys who are encouraged by their parents’ admonishments to “get him!” or “don’t let him get by you!” or, my favorite, “take him down!” Typically I spent the bulk of those practices with my hands covering my eyes and hoping the Big Kid would guard someone (anyone!) else but my son.
Football games were no better. Every Saturday I sat in the blinding dog-day summer sun wishing the opposing fans would lose their air horns and please go eat a hot dog so I could catch a few zzz’s between plays. When I wasn’t trying to sneak in a nap I was desperately praying the coach would relegate my boys to the sidelines instead of putting them on the field, exposing them to the perils of tackle football, which, of course, always involved the possibility of winding up on the bottom of a large pile up. As long as they held on to the ball and got back up after the whistle was blown I considered the play successful – no matter how many yards were gained (or lost).
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy watching football. When someone else’s son is playing, that is. For some reason I just don’t possess the same inner strength as the other football parents that allows them to watch their sons participate in a game whose main objective is for the players to capture the boy carrying the ball and bring him down to the ground – no matter what it takes. No, as a parent, football is not the sport for me.
Enter golf. Oh, yes, this is a sport a mom could learn to love. First, there’s the dress code. Every day my boys wake up and dress themselves in khaki shorts, a polo, and a BELT. Without my having to tell them to. And they wear these really cool hats – Puma, Taylor Made, or Callaway, just to name a few. They look so sophisticated – you know, like Chevy Chase in “Caddyshack”.
Secondly, they love the game. Almost daily they set their alarms in order to get up and out the door to the golf course before it gets too hot. No one has to bribe them to work on their game, and they never dread heading out to practice. When they’re not at the course they are either camped out in front of the television watching the Golf Channel, out in the yard perfecting their swings, or in the garage cleaning their clubs.
They push each other to improve – either through friendly competition or compliments and encouragement. Seriously, they are NICE to each other. Who knew golf would facilitate a close friendship between brothers at such an early age?
However, I have to admit, the best part about golf, for me, is when the weather is pleasant and I decide to stick around the golf course for Happy Hour on the veranda. The sun shines, the birds chirp, the breeze blows gently, and I sip a glass of wine while watching the boys on the driving range or putting green. At that moment, all is right in the world.
Do you have a golfer in the family? If so, what is your favorite part of the game? Do your kids play a sport that you like, or dislike? Do you own an air horn?