Posted by bob | Posted in golf lessons | Posted on 15-04-2008
A few years ago my brother gave a the oddest gift: Golf Instructor . This caught me off guard because I have never even set foot on a golf course , I had no idea why I would need Golf tips or Golf Instructor, but I smiled and gratuitously thanked my brother who obviously knew nothing about me . Then he mimed taking a golf swing with his hands and told me to let him know how the Golf School go . The reason I was so unbelievably clueless as to why my brother gave me that gift is because I don’t own anything even remotely close to golf clubs or any golf gear , so I quickly forgot about the Golf School until this past spring.
One day this spring I actually found myself at a Golf School meeting up with a Golf instructor and going out to shoot some golf balls on the driving range . Where did this sudden change of heart come from, you might be considering? Did I drive by and see a Golf Instructor giving a Golf Aids so amazing that I had to go into the golf course and put that Christmas gift to use? Then I feel bad about having the chance to get some free Golf School and never having bothered since my brother would have appreciated to have received golf lessons personally ? Did I just wake up one morning and feel like getting some Golf Instructor? Considering it was free Golf Instructor.
In fact , it was not based off of any of those possibilities . I ended up liking my Golf Instructor a lot, notwithstanding what occurred we went out for a drink a few times afterwards. Unfortunately I went to Golf School because I met a girl who loved golf and I sort of lied to her about being a professional golfer once but taking time off because I broke my wrist . I disserted to form and, like my brother, mimed a Golf swing for her with my empty hands.
So I used what little money was left on my credit card to purchase some golf clubs, golf gloves, a ridiculous hat to wear, and a few other Golf Aids like sunglasses and a bottle of iced tea to drink. On the next bright, sunny morning, I drove over to the Golf School, gave the attendant my certificate, and met Bob , a Golf Instructor. He gave me a few introductory Golf Instructor like showing me the proper form for a Golf Aids, the proper way to grip the club, etc. We set off then and I proceeded to terrorize the course. I kept missing the ball on my Golf Aids and beating my club against the grass , tossing up clusters of it.
Every now and then , the golf club flew out of my hands and began flying ahead of me and banged into a tree or splashed into a pond. Once I unintentionally knocked a young caddy in the back of the head. Though shaken up, he was fine. He even chuckled about it later at the clubhouse where I bought him a beer . There he admitted he’d never gotten any Golf School whatsoever . He was working at the golf course to save up for a car .
After I completely embarrassed myself with Golf Instructor, I never went back. I just told my girl that my wrist was acting up again and my doctor forbade me from playing golf. Now I just have to find some trophies I can engrave my name onto and claim I won them in golf tournaments.