Golf Day Two

Today was a beautiful partly sunny/partly cloudy partly warm/partly chilly day of golf — another 18 holes! We were so blessed to spend these two days golfing with friends we have known forever.

I should probably qualify the term “golfing” as it refers to what I did today and yesterday. Perhaps it wasn’t so much golfing as it was whacking at a ball and running a few feet after it to whack at it again, sometimes from sand, sometimes from weeds. My score would have been championship material — if it were bowling.

I feel Chandler near out there. He loved golfing, and several Chandler stories took place on the golf course like picking up the baby rattlesnake on the 18th hole and flipping the golf cart between the 17th and 18th holes. I’m sure some of the most epic stories haven’t made their way to this mother’s ears yet.

I’m sure I will come to extract many life lessons and metaphors from the game of golf. For now, the primary lesson is, you’d better make sure your self-esteem is in tip-top shape if you’re going to start trying to hit a tiny ball into a hole a long ways away in just a handful of shots.

I think Chandler would have had a few laughs watching me today, and I think he would have even been proud of a few shots. I’ll never be the golfer Chandler was, but I can honor him by remembering him and his love for the game every time I hit the ball. Or the grass behind it.