Thursday, July 26, 2012
Lessons at the Petting Green
Today was the last day of golf camp, for a bit of fun they all took turns trying to hit "Cowboy Mike," one of the instructors that has donned a cowboy hat and bandanna, in the closed in golf cart that picks up balls. I don't think I've seen them hit so well all week. On the chipping green, they all hit four balls and then are released to collect them. Truthfully, this is their favorite part. They scream and run like an out-of-season Easter egg hunt, racing toward the two coveted yellow golf balls. When do we stop having fun doing this? I have yet to see a bunch of middle aged men elbowing each other and tackling a pair of legs to keep them from grabbing their golf ball. The game might be a little more fun if they did.