"Once they were lost, but now they are found so I have a hard time whacking them back into obscurity. I take them along but they prefer to be spectators rather than participants. I understand that
You must learn to let them go. They're golf balls. They like to be hit and this gives them the freedom to FLY....Yes, they really do like to fly.
Of course the landings are kinda rough but, still....I mean if you don't use them they really begin to sulk.
Eventually, you KNOW you will use them...And then, due to the fact you kept them locked up, they will, without question, slice toward the bushes and then what..You'll have to go and find them....AND they will be waiting....
No, please release them!!! Let them be FREE!!!!!
You'll feel so much better and, I mean, if anyone finds out that you talk to the golf balls...
NO!!!! Please don't make me free the golf balls!!!!!
Okay, I understand what you are saying... It's the whole "Be free" thing. I'm just not sure I'm buyin' it. But, since I will be playing golf again in September, I will try my best to follow your sage advice. I'm not making any promises, mind you, but I'll try. I'm rather fond of the blue one - can it just ride around in the cart (out of the bag) but not get smacked with the Calloway Big Bertha Driver-of-Doom?
As for the ...if anyone finds out that you talk to the golf balls... - I think it's a bit too late for that. In fact, those who know me also know I talk to most everything - animate and inanimate. I'm one who doesn't like getting rid of things because I don't want them to come back and haunt me if they aren't happy with their next destination. What if something ends up in someone else's basement from hell (rather than just my basement from hell) and they hate it? What then? I've simply applied this same logic to the golf balls. They obviously didn't like their last owner or they wouldn't have ended up in the woods. (I know, you're going to say the last owner held on to them the way I do and the owner payed the price by the ball wandering off into the ravine.) You win - I will be one with the captive ball and let it FLY!!!! Right into the closest ravine, pond, thistle patch or robin's nest.
Now that Sue has discovered golf she has also discovered the golf cart.
When I introduced her to golf I didn't realize that she would become the Mario Andretti of the golf community.
She can get to the next hole faster then a speeding bullet....Usually on two wheels...
She has also joined a group of women who have changed her from a normal, "nine hole golf course is good enough" to "Let's play 36 to-morrow."
"Sue, to-morrow how about we go take in a movie."
"I'm playing golf with the girls."
"Yea. See, I've been asked to join this group of girls. They saw me play and want me to join them."
"Those girls are all over sixty."
"No they aren't!"
"They look it."
"Well, they are very good golfers."
"OK, then how about Thursday. Wanna go to a movie then?"
"Can't..Playing golf with the girls."
So there you have it. At one time it was me going out to play golf.....Two or maybe three times a week. Sue is gone five days a week.....I have become the golf widow, or something like that....