Golf - a great way to de-stress

I knew that they were in the garage somewhere.  My dad gave me the clubs when I was in my twenties. I was excited to get back into the "swing".   Yes - that was a few years back - but I'm thinking that playing golf is like having another baby -  the memory of the excruciating pain fades after awhile.   The formerly  brilliant blue golf bag,  has faded to a dusty silver color over the years.  I empathize with its affliction.  I am surprised to see that  all of my woods and irons are intact and the woods are actually made of wood. I believe that cave men might have golfed with something similar.  Note to self - do not damage clubs - they might be considered antiques on Ebay.

Time and money are two necessary ingredients in the game of golf.  That is why you  see either old men or young fathers on the golf course... wait a minute.... Where are the women in this mix?  Why don't they get to spend their Saturdays and Sundays leisurely enjoying a four hour, one hundred dollar round of golf? Oh yes - they are either too exhausted and feeble to swing a  golf club or they are at home clipping coupons with the kids.

Look - a cup holder too!

Today - I am breaking the mold and going to play nine holes of golf at the local course.  It will cost me $15.00 to walk the course and that is exactly what I'm worth (give or take a couple of bucks).  After  I swing the old hickory sticks I am going to courageously walk into the bar and have a beer.  That is empty nester planning at its best.