My buddies weren't the tea sipping kind of guys. So when they said they were going getting together for "tee time" on some Saturdays I would scrunch my face and immediately decline. I didn't understand.
I probably should have asked more questions instead of declining and passing judgement so quickly. About a year went by when I finally caught on that "tea time" actually meant, "tee time" at the golf club. My friend Fred ask why I always said no. When I told him why, the joke was certainly on me. Let's just say I now go to tee time on Saturday.
I've mentioned in some other blog pieces that my ex-husband threw my old golf set into a pond when he got angry at me winning a game. What a jerk. I'm so glad to be back at the game! I even have a full golf set.
I started golfing recently, and I quickly learned that I needed to get golf gloves! I was surprised at how much my palms chaffed. I learned that the best gloves fit snuggle on the back of the hand and the palm.
My grandfather owns an auto-body chain he started with his own two hands, but when it comes to golfing, the mere subject of it, he has absolutely no discretion. Goes completely bonkers over the sight of a greenfield.