For a long time I've been in the 'can't be arsed' camp regarding playing golf. I have tried many times, played corporate days, hacked around with mates, had lessons, done the driving range thingy, but simply in Chicago I decided at the tender age of *cough* 30 to give up and spend my free time drinking beer and writing a blog. So up yours golf bores.
But, then something happened. I moved to Bermuda with more golf courses per square mile than anywhere else in the world! There are 9 courses on the 21 square miles of land to be exact and after a month or two swinging it around in my mind, I came to conclusion like I have with a lot of things here that I should give it a go.
In short there isn't an awful lot of stuff to do here. If you like the ballet, you're buggered. Gambling, well buggered. Fast cars, er, very buggered. Ballroom dancing, night-life, real ale, shopping, all proper buggered. But beaches, tennis, fishing, sailing, diving, snorkeling, swimming and golf, well it is fair to say you are in some sort of heaven.
I have committed to myself to try all of these things, even deep sea fishing of which last time I puked for the entire 5 hours out on the water. It still sends a shiver down my spine to think of it but I don't want to be leaving this oasis without getting as much out of it as possible.
We therefore decided last Sunday to have a golf lesson. Darron Swan is the head golf pro at Belmont Hills Golf Club
, just up the road from us. "You played before"
he asked me? "Yes lots, but on and off and not for years,"
I replied. He asked me to take a couple of shots, I did and he shook his head and said that he will treat me like a beginner!
But it was enjoyable and we booked a block of lessons and I have another one Sunday and I'll expect to do some more after they finish. I don't want to be good, I just want to be competent, and I sincerely hope I'm not one of those blokes that practices his swing at the coffee machine or talks about his seven-iron like it's a newborn, god that would be so bloody boring.