It’s on in the background while I futz around on my computer, and the announcers told a story about how Ernie Els was equally good at tennis and golf growing up. When he became a teenager, he told his father he wanted to concentrate exclusively on golf… so his father turned their full-size backyard tennis court into a chipping green.
Golf. It really is the everyperson’s game.
Did it mention if anyone else in the family had any opinions on tennis? Mrs. Els? Siblings? Was everyone done with the court when Ernie was?
Heh. They actually used the phrase “blew up” the backyard tennis court. Presumably Muffy, Buffy, and the butler were less of a consideration than the future-pro son.
Oh, I didn’t realize the chance to play with explosives was involved. Well, suddenly something reasonable like membership to a golf club and lessons seems so mundane. Why wouldn’t you dynamite the yard? How often do you have that kind of excuse?
you need a reason to hate golf, now?
I’m with Shaw – GOLF: a good walk, ruined