The Last Hole for Life
Dear The Ripper,
I'm terribly sorry, but we've reached the eighteenth hole. We always had a special connection together and you never led me to far left or right. It's hard to think that just one hard, crisp shot of mine ended up breaking something more important into two pieces, you. You were the one and only club that I could hit on the sweet spot about ninety eight percent of the time. The other two percent only happened when unfortunately, you broke along the shaft. I really cared about you, but maybe it was just time for me to find a new club to hit with and maybe, just maybe, I can hit it as well as I had hit you.
It was always nice knowing that I had you, my 3-Hybrid, there to back me up off the tee, or even straight off the deck of the fairway. When I needed you, you never failed at placing that white, small, dimpled ball right up on the green next to the flag itself. It seemed as if you were a robot that had one specific task programmed for it to do. I still remember that one time, that one time where you put my new golf ball, the yellow one, straight into the cup to help me win my tournament. Life on the course was nice knowing I had you, but I will have to move on to some other club. I'm sorry it had to end like this, but it could be for the better, but also for the worse.
I'm still in the prime of my career and I have many more rounds in me, that is why I need to move away from you. We may never be friends again, but like I said, it may be for the better. The hardest part is the fact of your beauty by your grooves that caught the ball like a saw blade catches into the wood. You will soon be forgotten and I will move on, but for now, lets reminisce of that last eighteenth hole together. You will be missed, The Ripper.
Sincerely,
Jon Needham
I do enjoying golfing. I'm no good at it, but it's always fun to get a few rounds in during the summer. It also seems like people tend to get angry at their golfing performance, and they take this anger out on their club. I've never broken a club but I've thrown a few in my career.
ReplyDeleteI know your pain!! Last year when I was golfing, I was using my favorite club and it just broke after I had hit the ball. I literally just stood there and stared at it for what seemed like forever. I felt like, I didn't know what to do with my life anymore. Okay, that last sentence was a little exaggerated but you get my point. I eventually found another club but it still seems it doesn't work as well as the last one. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI like to golf too! I am probably the worst golfer in the entire world, and that is not an exaggeration!!! I have never broken a club... from actually golfing. I once ran one over with a cart. but it wasn't my favorite club. Lets just say the only reason i enjoy golfing is to drive the cart. A lot of people think golf is a relaxing sport but to me it just makes me angry!
ReplyDeleteI am an avid golfer and I certainly feel where your coming from. I have not yet broken a club nor do I want to either, but sooner or later it will happen. Clubs are not meant to live for years and years. When I was reading this I could imagine you swinging that 3-Hybrid and dropping that yellow ball right onto the green and watching it roll into the hole. I can feel the energy you have golfing. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteI have never golfed before, but it sounds so intense! I like how much feelings are put into this blog post about your golf club. It sounds like you and your golf club have been friends forever. I also found this blog pretty funny too. Great blog, and keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteI myself love golfing. I know exactly how you feel when you favored club broke. I had the same thing happen to me. I was seriously enraged about it, and felt like I never wanted to golf again, but like you said maybe there's another club out there calling my name. Maybe it will be just as good or maybe even better.
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