Pretty much as soon as I could walk and run, my dad stuck a tiny golf club in my hands and taught me how to swing. (I still remember those clubs. They had dinosaur footprints on them). Given how long I’ve been playing, I should be way better than I actually am, but these days, I can shoot a bogey game. (Unless I go into the bunker. Then I’m pretty much done). I play with the MIT club team and it’s a great way to blow off steam – nothing like whacking a golf ball as hard as you can after a long stressful week.
My Ally Plays Golf posts track the courses I’ve played at and the attempts to improve my game.
All Ally Plays Golf posts here.