What is it about golf? I gave up the game years ago. I don’t need the stress. I relate to:
- Golf – an endless series of tragedies occasionally interrupted by a miracle.
- Golfing etiquette: hit the ball, swear, look for the ball, repeat
- “It took me 17 years to get 3000 hits in baseball; I did it in 1 afternoon at the golf course.” Hank Aaron
- They call it ‘golf’ because all the other four-letter words were taken.
It’s not that I don’t admire great golf. I watch two tournaments a year – the Masters and the US Open. I cannot wait until the next idiot screams “Get in the hole!” They used to call golf “the game of kings” – if that’s still true the galleries then consist of something less than royalty.
Imagine if other quaint traditions found their way into golf. Like:
- Cheerleaders prancing in cute pro-shop attire to rev up a crowd
- Squirrels or chipmunks hurled on to the course after a successful putt
- Guys standing near the tee box, yelling, “Swing, golfer, swing!”
- Sideline blondes interviewing players after a triple bogey
- Commentators speaking in their normal voices
I respect the skill required to play the tour – male or female. In some ways, the game reflects the vagaries of life. Even the greatest golfers can hit a bad shot, make a bad judgment, or blow a lead. Even the best cannot win every tournament.
What I like best, however, is that golf, like a few other sports, is a one-player game. You might be playing against the course or other players, but your skill, knowledge, experience and mental toughness matter most. No one else can hit that shot for you. You have to finish what you started. The game is on you.
Life is that way. You have to live your life. You have to use what’s in your bag. God made us with unique abilities and personalities. The stakes are high in the game of life. We have to run our race, finish our course. By the grace of God, we can walk up that last fairway with our heads held high. We did the best we could.