Golfers Are a Committed Group

For the past ten days it seems that Mother Nature has decided to work with the golf Gods and grant us a beautiful start to the season.

I was out at Carl's Golf land in Bloomfield on Sunday morning with a fellow golf nut at the crack of dawn to get working on the golf season as we were anxious to get our season started. We arrived around 9 and waited for the doors to open. We weren't the only ones, within fifteen minutes the driving range was filled with golfers. That's the thing about golfers, we are a committed bunch, either the average recreational, private club or just your Sunday golfers.

I noticed a few things while I hit my large bucket of golf balls trying to figure out what kind of swing I was starting my season off with. Golf is a rare club, it brings together people from all over the world to practice and get better at a game, that is never the easiest to be conquered.

Every golfer is different from the small kids just learning the game to the senior golfers just keeping a tradition and bond alive with their friends. In contrast, they all have something in common with each other, a unique swing and vision on how they see the game of golf. Some want to drive the ball 300 yards while some just want to spend time with their grandfather, father, son or daughter and take in the memories. That's the wonderful thing about golf, we understand where these people are coming from.

Back to the range last Sunday, I witnessed the golfers who was trying out EVERY new piece of technology so that he could drive the ball further and straighter. I also saw a father with his wife, son and daughter enjoying time together. He was trying to teach his son that it doesn't matter how far the ball goes, you just need to get the basics down and make contact. Obviously, the little boy wasn't interested in the lesson being taught to him by his father but if he continues with golf, he'll eventually learn this lesson.

 Seeing this at the range, brought to mind the previous memories of me and my grandfather when I was that age. I was lucky enough to learn the game of golf from my Grandfather, God rest his soul but he taught me the basics of the game, it was something him and I would share together for 27 years and I'll never forget them.

So please go out to your local public course (or private if you're lucky enough to belong to one of Michigan's private courses) and hit the links or the driving range and enjoy all the beauty that this game has to offer.

Until next time - Just keep swinging