Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Well I went golfing again today, same course as last time, but struggled a little bit more this time. Probably because I haven't swung a club since September, but it wasn't terrible. Struggled a good deal off the tee but was pretty solid in the mid and short game. Made a few nice chips and a few solid putts, but just couldn't get the driver to cooperate. Things were going decently well, I was behind a foursome so I was playing 2 balls which was nice. Everything was going reasonably smoothly until the 18th. Sliced my second tee shot pretty bad, and as I realized it was heading in the direction of the "middle-aged to old" guy behind me, I yelled FOUR! Well evidently this guy was going deaf or maybe the wind carried my voice past him or something, because he freaked out. My ball landed about a yard or two away from him, and he was not happy about it. So as I approach him I can hear him cussing me out, no big deal, he's mad which was totally understandable. I apologize profusely, completely taking the blame and saying I must not have yelled loud enough in my now raspy voice. It's here I notice that he just isn't having any of it, and keeps yelling, all the while stand right over my ball. So I figured I'd fight fire with fire, and intimidate him right back. Staring him straight in the eyes, I again apologize, this time a little more angrily and aggressively, walk up to him forming tight fists with my hands, and stand in front of him until he backed away from my ball. Wherein I picked it up, went to my first balls location, and finished my round. But I was smart enough not to stick around for too long, changed my shoes and went home. So I guess it was equally as exciting as last time, but in a completely different way. And thank god my genetics made me a good size, otherwise I imagine this would have not played out so "smoothly."
Friday, February 10, 2012
Things are going pretty well out here. And I assume I haven't been writing too much recently because nothing special is really going on. Just plugging along with classes and what not. Haven't had too much time to go out and do anything really unique. Which is causing the days to melt together, I can't really tell how I feel out that. On the one hand the sooner I get back state side the sooner I can start making moves for graduate school or a job after college, but on the other hand I don't want this time here to go by too fast because this will likely be one of only times, if not the only time, I live outside of the United States. Which is obviously a unique experience. So here's to finding the happy medium and coming home with no regrets. I'm in the process of making a "bucket list" for my remaining time here, but it seems like things are being added much more rapidly than they are being crossed off. I do have the week off the week after next so hopefully I can get some stuff crossed off during that week.
The Scotch Hunter Abides
The Scotch Hunter Abides