I put a lot of emphasis on arranging my setup, just for a round of golf. I call it a semantic stylus of my attire. Some may call it overdoing. I don’t care. I try to follow
Jack Nicholson’s here,
“I am who I am, your approval isn’t needed.”
My chauffeur is ready at 4 a.m. He sets the golf kit, trolley, and the Vego to go. He is already informed what color scheme I would be wearing. So he places matching sunglasses, twinning golf shoes, an Apple Watch, bug repellent and sun blocker ointments next to my seat. He makes sure a fully charged speaker, bottles of water, Gatorade, and nitroglycerin are stocked in my golf kit. He further adds a matching glove to the collection. He then waits for me.
I am usually awake by 2 or 3 a.m. I read or write at that time. Waking up early also provides me an opportunity to submit to the Almighty. By 4:30 a.m, I step onto the porch in perfectly paired attire to go to the golf club. Socks to cap, belt to boots, and hand towel to sleeves, reverently stylish. On top of that, relevant shades and a smiling face. It’s those little pleasures that fill my day with great gratitude. My jubilation is apparent through my outlook, and so is the enthusiasm. Playing excellent golf is not solely in my hand but looking good at the course is. I appreciate each breath and am grateful for each second that I am living. Every day means another chance I get to try again, to be better.
“If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.”
A caddie awaits us at the golf course. He takes the kit and follows me to tee one. The crew is there. If someone were late, we would briefly wait for him. Everyone is dressed well as if heading for a fashion show. Our caddies are equally inspired to look and smell good in a competitive manner. There are halfway huts in all of the courses. We stop for a tea break after four or five holes. Such is a state of zealous flight we are accustomed to. A match of luxury, fashion, and etiquette runs along the birdies, pars, and bogeys in this flight. Golf is more than just a sport—it’s all the fine delicacies that come with it that make it worth relishing. The peaceful environment, jam-packed with veteran minds, all itching to tell their tales.
I am in the United States these days. Nature is so fond of the North American continent that it was quite spendthrift during its creation.
It gave them everything in abundance, and they also tried to add more with their craze with machines and heights. Truly an abundance of riches. There are so many golf clubs everywhere. No caddies. Mostly golf carts attempt to be the replacement. They work well. Caddies only carry our bags. Carts carry us too. Nowadays, our phones, with the help of golf apps like Golfshot & SwingU, give us the course layout, distance, wind direction, speed, etc. More or less, golf is golf, caddie or no caddie. Performance of the human mind and hand has its advantages, and technology has its own. Golfers will play golf, with or without aids.
You may have robotic or manual assistance, but a bunker shot is a bunker shot. Not all golfers acquire the perfect skill of a bunker shot. Pros, amateurs, and general players all have many stories of their bunker bunks.
Well, they say there is no wind on the moon. A footstep there will stay forever. Well, I haven’t been to the moon, but no wind can rake a bunker had I been there.
Course and golf gear aside, it’s the player’s mood at that moment that counts. Win or lose, good moods always make memorable moments. After all, it’s the story that comes with the game that enriches our lives.
Where do I begin by Andy Williams
Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel.
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