It's That Time Again

It's getting warm, the sun is shining stronger and the birds are singing. What does this mean? It means GOLF SEASON!!!!!!!!

I love golf.

I'm not good at it. Not awful either, but not good. What I lack in talent I make up for in enthusiasm. Or so I'd like to think.

Today I went down to Town Hall, to the Rec Dept. and re-upped my membership at the town course.

Our town course is a nine hole job. It's narrow, has ball-eating trees and sometimes requires wearing a helmet. But it's my course.

My husband belongs to an 18 hole golf club. Tee times are required there. Not at my course, it's first come first served.

Over the years I've learned some of the tricks of the course. Not just the strategy of the course itself but the first come first served part.

Timing.
Don't even consider a weekend. It goes without saying it's crowded but this course attracts a lot of golfers like me; the less than stellar players. The helmet comes in handy on these days. Remember I said it's narrow.

Early mornings the older men like to play. Tuesday morning is the women's league; avoid Tuesdays. Other mornings mosey on over around ten the wait shouldn't be too long.

Afternoons are avoided too because that's when the hot-shot Tiger Woods wanna-be kids like to play. They don't have a lot of patience with moms playing golf. Although some can be intimidated if you do some good warm up stretches and practice swings.

Arrange a four-some ahead of time.
You can get away with a three-some but if it's busy with just two players you run the risk of having a couple of guys join up with you. I'm not against meeting new people but I've had a little trouble with men that aren't my husband feeling they can be free with the golf tips. Avoid this by bringing a foursome.

Course management
I'll leave that up to the pros. Okay, okay here's my insight on how to manage this course. It's simple try not to go down the hills on 2, 7 and 8. Oh and watch out for the ball-eating trees on 6.

Let 'er rip!