First Round
A few days before I was to be discharged from the Navy, I was wandering though the Exchange, (basically a department store, also called a Commissary in the Army) and I saw a set of Gary Player irons for $ 42.00. For some reason, I bought the irons. I didn’t play golf although I had caddied a bit at the California Golf Club where I grew up. What possessed me to buy the I will never know. My Dad was happy. He was a golfer and when I drove up to the house, almost immediately, he gave me a set of Jerry Barber laminated woods and a ratty canvas golf bag. I was happy although the next day as I was driving to Eugene, I realized he had an ulterior motive. By giving me his old stuff, he could tell my Mom with a straight face that he needed to buy some new clubs.
So, the clubs sat in my dorm closet for a couple of months until I got the urge to actually play on the first weekend that I didn’t have a race or a bunch of papers due. So off I went one Sunday morning to the Oakway golf course, a puny muni on the north side of town.
As I pulled into the parking lot, my rapier like mind saw that there were 4 cars in the whole lot. Maybe the pouring rain had something to do with it. You see, like the moron I am, I chose to play my first round of golf in November, in the pouring rain, in Eugene Oregon.
In the pro shop there were 4 elderly men there. One behind the counter, the other three sitting at a table drinking coffee. I do remember all of them giving me a strange look when I paid my greens fees and headed out the door.
The round went as you would expect-big slices, topped balls that caused huge rooster tails of water and the rare good shot. My clothes were soaked and at times I couldn’t see well because my glasses were all wet and fogged up. And….I loved it. I loved how the forged irons felt when I hit a good shot. I loved the “twack” of the woods. And, because I had the course, I loved the quiet.
When I finished, soaked and borderline hypothermic and stumbled into the pro shop, the four men were still there. I saw they were drinking whiskey. I’ll have one of those I told them. So I did and made four very good friends. I also fell in love with this crazy wonderful game.
Please tell me your story of how you came to love golf. Cheers everyone.