On course for success…
I said it either here or elsewhere on the net, the only thing which I regret since I have met Kevin is golf. I was a passionate golfer, a good one too. But certainly not one of those snobs who play golf only to be able to say that they play, or to be able to say offhandedly that they are “just on the golf course” when they get a call. Or who ostentatiously take time to get the golf equipment out of their car in front of their house, or who even drive their car with the one golf glove on their way back from the course, or simply forget to change their shoes after the game… you know, following the motto:
“Everybody should see and hear that I play golf!”
No, I was never one of them, and more: this is the part of the game which I hated, and which in fact impeded me for a long time to start with golf. But one day, almost by accident I found myself with a golf club in my hand, and with the first ball which flew, I was addicted… I was often trying to explain to some of my friends here that I am not a passionate painter, but they don’t believe me. Just: I know myself very well, and I exactly know what passion is. I had 2 passions in my life: it was maths, and golf. Art does not involve my emotions in any comparable way as maths and golf did… believe it or not!
Anyway, Kevin was not a golf player as I met him. I didn’t even know that he was a football fan at that time, but more about that later… But he was kind enough to let me try to teach him golf. Now, Everybody who has tried, knows: it is difficult, one needs much patience and much self-control. Patience and self control are not exactly my Kevin’s strengths, he is much more akin to a continuously erupting volcano!
But the lessons went well, and very fast he could get some balls flying. I was overjoyed, already envisaging a new golf future with my sporty rocker! But life decided differently, we had to do many other things, we travelled a lot, lived in 2 places at the same time and we had no chance to find the continuity one needs to learn golf. This was about 2 years ago. The last time that I had a golf club in my hands. And since then I always avoided to glance at my golf bag, scared it might cause me pain.
Now, I don’t know how it happened, but 2 weeks ago, Kevin and me spoke about golf, and he decided that we should start again. I could not believe my ears, and my luck! The same day I rang my niece and said that she should bring me all the clubs which we left in our Albir house. I had a short search through the internet, found a golf course quite close by, with a driving range open to the public. And see…. we were there today, at midday, and we both hit 25 balls, and the balls flew, more or less straight, more or less far, but they flew and I felt my whole being filled again with this immense joy of playing golf! Of course a driving range is not a course, but I don’t care at the moment. We have also found out that they have a lovely 6 short holes course, and as soon as Kevin has a little more experience, and self control (!) we will attack it.
Here is is, Kevin, hitting the ball… that special one flew quite far, I swear it!
A wonderful driving range, by the way… the balls, at least the good ones, seem to fly directly into the sea…
And continuing with the “Sport” theme –
As announced yesterday, our Golf star contacted Radio Derby, the Derby Evening Telegraph and Derby County Football Club this morning, with the result being that , tomorrow morning he will be on the Radio Derby breakfast show at 8.50 am UK time, live on the phone from Spain!