Growing up, my father was enamored by the game of golf. As a young child, I always remember loving to go to the course with him and driving the cart, while he played against friends. Then, we would almost always stop at a restaurant on the way home to eat dinner together. Eating out was a big deal because we lived 30 minutes from the nearest town and thus we savored it, unlike today.
Anyhow, I never truly understood the game of golf until I started Middle School and my dad signed me up for golf lessons by a course pro. The summer before my 8th grade year, I absolutely fell in love with the game and couldn't stay away from the course. That entire summer, I would arrive to the course early for swim team practice and once that was finished, I would head out for at least one round before calling it a day. After high school, I have not had the time to play much, thus my game has significantly declined.
Until the past couple years, I could not get into watching golf on TV though. It just felt boring and slow to me, however I have since found the passion and now attempt to watch every weekend. My wife puts up with me when I claim the TV on Sundays, but she totally understands when the Masters or another major championship is on; partly because its all I can talk about for weeks leading up.
Golf is such a magical, yet frustrating sport that is not for the fainthearted. It requires a great level of humility and patience to understand and enjoy the game. I urge anyone to at least try golfing, regardless of your overall feelings toward the game. Once the golfing bug takes hold, its extremely hard to shake.