Put a little Singh in your swing!

Spring doesn't only bring with it warmer weather, allergies and girls in bikinis, it marks the time of the year when I get to my golf clubs out and spend a lot of money and time attempting to solve the sporting world's urgh greatest enigma with other executives from my firm. Let me tell you, I'm not even close to solving the mystery.

I am not very good, but luckily for my manhood, the Lady executives are worse....but not by much and strangely as I tried to put in little Singh in my swing with a Flemish-French Allez!!, I remembered my mother and her phone conversation with some another woman as she bragged about her son being her hero: “Her hero stands straight and tall, and is a reflection of all that is right and good in the world lol. Her hero expends maximum efforts in all his endeavors. He does not always win or stand high on the mountain top waving his standard over the land. Her hero is not conspicuous, he is quiet and shy at times. He is relaxed, with an easy-going manner that wins hearts like a warm spring day after a frosty and forbidding winter. Her hero reflects his loving nature in all manner of seemingly insignificant actions”. So much for your hero, Mom, as I put this shiny new ball on a tree lol or piercing the ground that makes me tingle.

And the distaste for golfing keeps adding to my repertoire when they pack the golf course with so many slow golfers and it takes me at least 30 minutes to finish one golf. It’s like being in a Porsche on the highway surrounded by hundreds of geriatrics in Lincolns. The tingling comes because I know that once I put that ball down, I have another chance to step away from horrible golf to almost decent golf. Teeing the ball up gives me a chance to escape 100 stroke purgatory and into low 90’s mediocrity lol.

That's all that man really wants, a chance to get a little closer to perfection and that is what is appealing about golf to me, the impossible search for perfection.