Swinger at 40

On a bright sunny morning, a few weekends back, I met this elderly gentleman on the 4th hole whowas waiting for someone to tee off together.

The gentleman’s honest T-shirt said “At 70 and still swinging”.

He was on the wrong side of the seventies probably, nonetheless was swinging like a pro. The swings were a treat to the eyes.

3 wood, the ball landed right in the middle of the fairway. Another 120 yards to reach the 4th green. Next, a 9 iron and its bang on… a few feet left from the hole. A putt and it’s a par. A par on the 4th hole. Yessss….

No, it wasn’t me! My struggle was still on to get my ball out of the roughs. The fellow players’ never ending wait for me at the greens made me all the more nervous. Why did I ever come here? Even if I was here, why the hell did I meet these gentlemen at the tee who play a million times better? At this par 3, I lost my count of strokes.

While walking to the next tee, heard the ‘swinger at seventy’ say something – “ You have a great swing, son”. Yep, I am sure he was addressing me. I was the youngest one in the lot. And if I remember correctly, he said ‘son’.

Can any young (am at my 40, and yeah… compared to the other club golfers am pretty young you see) golfer ask for anything more? That too from a seasoned golfer who still swings like a pro at his seventies.

Thanks! A beer for you Sir. Need to get rid of my frequent mood swings (that’s what you call “The middle age crisis”, if I am not wrong) and concentrate on my golf swings.

See you at the course next weekend. Happy golfing.