Balls Magazine Volume 1

I was inspired by Brick’s image that he posted on Sexy Friday and which is now the banner picture for this post. Instead of doing the New Year Resolutions post like I’ve done in previous years, I’ve decided to switch up the format and document my 2023 goal of getting my balls in more holes faster than ever.

I speak, of course, of my desire to lower my golf scores!

My golf story started a long time ago when my best friend introduced me to the sport in the 90s. His dad had taught him the game back home in Texas and he wanted to share it with me and our group of friends so we could all play and have fun together.

We started out at Par 3 courses so we could get used to the sport and not feel too intimidated. Eventually, we graduated onto executive courses and then, finally, the big boys.

Incidentally, I think the greatest proof that life is not fair is that I got a Hole In One early in my playing days with my buddy present. He was happy for me and all, but, as far as I know, he has never gotten one.

As happens in life, my buddy met a girl, went back to Texas, got married, and has a kid, so I don’t see him much anymore. We certainly don’t play golf.

As I’ve alluded to before, Los Angeles is a city of transplants and all my friends that I played golf with were all from somewhere else. Eventually, they all too went back home.

So, I stopped playing golf.

Recently, some YouTube golfing videos got added to my feed and they sparked a desire in me to get back into it. I’ve dived straight into the deep end and have joined a club in an effort to establish an official handicap and get better.

Predictably, my scores right now are…. Not good.

I still do not have an official handicap, but I expect it to be close to the max as my first goal is to break 100. I hope to eventually break 90 and be able to shoot regularly in the 80s. I seriously doubt I will ever break 80 but you never know.

Anyhoo, I hope to channel TWBS’ ghost and get good at the game. He was a really good player from the conversations we had. I always wanted to play a round with him but there was never enough time. Unfortunately, I never heard the story of how he picked up a cart girl. For that matter, I’ve never heard Rikki’s story about a similar event.

As I go through this journey, I’ll share with you stories from my rounds, good and bad. I’ll talk about the idiots you meet at the golf course and the good people you sometimes meet too. And if, somehow TWBS’ ghost enables me to convince a cart girl to join my lady friend and me for some putting at night, I’ll tell that story too.

Wish me luck.