So, there’s a good cause for Not running. But I’ve just discovered something equally as enjoyable….Not golfing. Yes, there are some tournaments for good causes throughout the year and I’ll link to them when I find them, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

First, you should know a little history about my golf game. Here it is…I stink. That’s all the history you need to know. There’s a guy that I go to church with that always says “I’m not that good” but he plays every weekend and could probably win the LPGA if given the chance. I’m not talking about the I-say-I’m-no-good-but-really-I-am kind of stinking. When I play, I count it a good day if I haven’t lost any clubs or more than a box of balls. It’s a great day if I manage to find a bunch of other balls while I’m out in the woods looking for mine. But, I gotta admit, it’s a heckuva lot of fun to sling the cart all over the course…that’s what keeps bringing me back.

My golf game took a big turn a little over a year ago. I dropping off several bags of clothes at Goodwill and noticed my clubs in the back of my car. (I have no idea why they were there or how long they’d been there, but it did explain that odd rattling sound that I’d intended to investigate for a few months.) My mind immediately flashed through all of the “fond” memories of golfing that I have…and I promptly donated my clubs to Goodwill. (I guess it’s kind of like my boat post. How many homeless people really need a good 5 iron to get their life back on track?)

This weekend I had some friends over and we decided to play golf. It might seem difficult since I don’t have any clubs, but I managed to do OK. Lance and I teamed up against Rob and JWalk for 18 holes. My back hurt the next day because I carried our team most of the way. The best part of the golfing event was that we never had to leave the couch. Well, I take that back…I had to refresh some drinks, get more chex mix, and then find the brownies. Playstation golf is much easier than the real thing. Not to mention, it’s much better on the environment. Instead of driving to the course, knocking out clumps of grass, driving around the course, and plunking local wildlife in the head, we only had to drive to my house….and consume lots of food….and burn electricity. So maybe it’s not better on the environment. At least it’s better on my blood pressure.

*Any real golf player will notice that in my picture, I have what we call a “softball swing.” I’m even wearing batting gloves. Which is really odd because in softball, I use a golf swing…