Personal Note: This was such a fun day for me! Maybe not so much for Ted.
Header: Ice in the water in front of the Chippewa Hotel on Wednesday, Feb. 22.. (Photo: Terry Conlon)
First Published September 23, 2009
Ted just started playing golf after he retired, so he is relatively new to the game. Since we’ve been up here this summer, he’s played only once – with Duck, our neighbor. This morning he got up with golf on the brain. He walked over and asked Duck if he wanted to play, but Duck was going off island today. He came back in the house, looked at me (as if he knew I was his only chance of not having to go alone) and said, “You want to come with me to play 9 holes?”
Now even that statement is hilarious to me. He knew I wasn’t going to actually “play” – what he wanted was someone to tag along who he could complain to when he didn’t hit well (or maybe that’s in baseball). Anyway, it was a cloudy morning, and I didn’t really have any other plans, so I said, “Sure, I’ll bring the camera!” Ted just rolled his eyes.
He had called yesterday for a tee time (10 a.m.), so we rode our bikes down to the pro shop at the Grand. Jason, the pro, got us into a cart (the really fun part of this game as far as I’m concerned), and away we went.
The Grand has two courses – the Jewel and the Woods. They are nine holes each, and the courses are about a mile apart. When you finish the ninth at the Jewel, you hop on a horse-drawn shuttle for a ride up to the Woods for the second nine. Ted was only going to play the Jewel.
I admit to knowing just about nothing about golf. It is a sport, just like football, baseball, tennis, and volleyball. And, as most of you know by now – if you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time at all – I am not much of a sports fan. As my husband will tell you with great enthusiasm, to me they are all GAMES. People should play games for fun. Therefore, no one should get all worked up over them. If you don’t get to watch a football game as it is being played, you can always find out the score the next day – or the next! To me, it is no big deal! To Ted, it is the difference between life as we know it and some alternate universe!
As we were driving the cart (excuse me, as Ted was driving the cart) out to the first tee, I called our son Jason in Atlanta.
“Guess where we are!” I said.
Jason, who LOVES golf, said, “Where – and don’t tell me the golf course!”
“Yep,” I said. “Just about to serve off the first tee!”
Jason said, “You serve in tennis, mom.”
“I knew that,” I said.
Jason told me that I would get a totally different view of the island from the golf course. He had played the Jewel last summer when he was here and came home talking about what a great course it was.
So Ted played golf, and I snapped pictures (making occasional helpful comments on his game). Here’s the game in pictures – with captions.
I had a wonderful time “playing golf” with Ted this morning. He sweetly said he had really enjoyed having me along, so I asked him when we could do it again. I feel sure I just misunderstood him, but I could have sworn the words “pigs” and “fly” were in his answer.