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I had a lot of fun, but man, do I hate golf. At least that’s how I thought I would feel after golfing 18 holes at the Whispering Winds Golf Course here.
I had no intention of golfing this past Saturday, as my original plans were to go to Palo Duro Canyon, just outside of Amarillo.
Mitigating circumstances aside, I overslept, causing a few people to be upset with me. But by doing so, I was given the opportunity to go golfing with my friend Bryan.
Golfing always struck me as a sport of patience, of which I have very little. So I expected to be disappointed and upset by the end of the first hole. I was.
I found that the course here is a wonderful place to practice. Having gone golfing fewer than five times in my short 24 years, I tend to have little desire to try anything new.
Luckily, Bryan had played golf in the past, so he helped me figure out what club to use when, though I did try and drive just about everything after tee-off with a 5-iron.
Bryan also told me that when playing, I was supposed to actually get the golf ball off the ground, instead of rolling it like I tended to do.
I’m sure that there are some people out there who, if they had played like I had, would have given up on the sport entirely.
However, failing to try something new keeps a person in a very small section of a big world.
And if you don’t like something, at least you can say you tried it.
Golfing 18 holes helped me understand myself, as clich