Watch Your Head
I grew up across the street from a golf course, but I never got hooked. I just couldn't wrap my head around the concept of whacking a little ball, walking after it, then whacking it again, until eventually you manage to tap it into a little hole. And nowadays most people don't even walk, they ride a little rent-a-cart. This, folks, is not a sport for sane people. My older brother worked as a caddy right through the time he was in law school. He told people he was earning money in "entertainment logistics." He tried hard for a long time to get me into caddying. Finally one day he dragged me out to the golf course where I was put to work at what was entry-level caddying, an idiotic exercise called shagging. You stand out on the driving range while golfers rain down balls on you which you have to run around and pick up. It was my first and last involvement with golf.
posted by John M Crowther @ 7:33 AM
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Before the verb shag was used vulgarly to mean “to engage in sexual intercourse,” the word had a noble history going back to the original Old English word “shagge” for matted hair. Some scholars claim that “shagging” derives from a recent baseball term to chase and catch fly balls in practice, but I would rather believe that when you were sent out to the driving range to fetch lost balls you retrieved them in the matted underbrush.
When I became single after 27 years and started dating again, all of my single girl friends told me to take up golf. They said that all the recently divorced or widowed men spent their newly found freedom on a golf course. I met several who found new husbands this way. I suppose it depends on how much you want to be married again.
I had not inclination to do it. I had the burning desire to finally have the time to work on my art.
Katherine
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