My dad...He was a golfer....he loved to golf...he practiced his swing all the time, whether he had a club in his hand or not. He also smoked a pipe... this was my dad.
He walked many golf courses in his day...
I will walk on many golf courses...but I don't smoke a pipe...
but I'm practicing my swing...
Today was the first day of golf lessons with my buddies, Lynne, Pam, and Jane.
When I mentioned to my guy that I was going to take golf lessons, he just looked at me,"Golf?"
"Yeah, golf," I said.
"You don't look like a golfer," was the first thing out of his mouth.
"WHAT? Does Pam look like a golfer?"
"No."
"Does Lynne look like a golfer?"
Again there was a "No," and a little chuckle.
"Does Jake look like a golfer?"
"Yeah, she does," was his answer.
Jake actually does play golf... but I don't know what a golfer is suppose to look like...
Well, we had a grand time...
My dad would be proud of me, even if my guy doesn't agree!
3 comments:
Judy, Dad would be very excited about you playing golf! I'm proud of you. Now when you come to Texas, shopping is gone and Golf is in!!!!
Love ya,
John David your very favorite brother
Sounds fun to me. I would love to learn. Love, Becky
Drive for Show and Putt for Dough!!!
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