This is guest post by my wife…
My husband has more golf bags than I have handbags.
My husband won’t remember to pick up a gallon of milk, but he can remember, in great detail, most rounds of golf he has played.
If I turn the TV on, it will likely be tuned into The Golf Channel.
My husband could care less about the NY Times best seller list, but he reads three or four golf magazines every month.
If my husband has a tee time or is playing in a tournament and the weather is rainy, windy, or cold…doesn’t matter. He says, “That’s what rain gear was made for.”
Most days my husband looks like he stepped out of the pages of a golf magazine. His closet has more clothes than mine…you need to look good on the golf course.
What does this all mean? Golf is an obsession in our house and at times I am a golf widow.
Now part of the reason I am a golf widow is because my husband makes his living as a golf professional. He is very fortunate to be working at something he loves. And I’m happy that he loves his job so much. Not as happy about the weekends, evenings, and holidays that he often works, but that’s life.
Besides being his profession, golf is also his passion. So even when he is not working, golf invades our lives. Golf is just part of who he is and after more than sixteen years of marriage, I get it and have learned to live with it.
- If he had more time, he would play more. (Although as I write this he has just found some time because he and our son just left to go play nine holes!)
- He will talk to anyone about golf, anytime.
- If he could, he would attend The Masters every April.
- He loves teaching others to play golf and improve their game.
Over the past few years, my son has also joined the obsession.
- He is more than happy to get up at 5:30 a.m. if it means he can play golf.
- He was thrilled to be trudging through the mud a few weeks ago at Merion to watch a practice round at the U.S. Open.
- He enjoys looking at a golf catalog just to pick out new grips for his clubs.
- I’ll walk outside to find him in our garage or yard practicing his swing.
- He also watches The Golf Channel.
- And he doesn’t care if it is rainy, windy or cold out. He will still play golf and he doesn’t even have rain gear.
Last summer I thought maybe it was time for me to start playing. You know if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. So I asked for a driver for my birthday. My husband wanted to order a full set of clubs for me. His philosophy was, go all in. However, my philosophy was baby steps. Let’s see if I even like hitting balls at the range.
I only made it to the range once. Clearly, the obsession didn’t kick in for me.
- I don’t watch The Golf Channel.
- I wouldn’t go out in the pouring rain to play golf.
- I don’t read any of the golf magazines we get each month.
- I’m not fond of skorts, so I won’t be on the course in the latest golf fashions.
But it doesn’t really matter if I’m obsessed with golf or not. I am supportive to the two men in my life who are and honestly, golf is not a bad obsession to have.
While it might be nice to spend time on the course with my husband and son, we find other ways to spend time together as a family. And, if they are out playing golf it means a few free hours for me to spend however I want.
Maybe one day I will acquire more of an interest in golf. Let’s shoot for hitting the driving range more than once this summer. Like I said…baby steps.