Such thing as Too Addicted?

You know you are REALLY addicted when you call everybody Howie (story behind this is that there generally was at least someone named Howard in any given foursome at the country club I caddied at).   When "bingo-bango-bongo", Nassau, skins, sneakies or any of that other golfspeak jargon becomes part of your daily vocabulary or taking practice swings at Church becomes routine, you are over the edge.

Welcome to the club!  You are basically 25 years behind me.  Back then I was floundering through my sophomore year of college knowing that I was wasting my parents' money and a lot of people's time.  Somehow, despite having never really played before, I decided that I wanted to learn golf.  It all sounds crazy but within a few days of that decision I had dropped out of school, driven half way across the country back home, bought my first set of clubs, and got a job as a caddy.  It was a busy week!  But of all the things I've ever done in my life it was by far the one about which I had the least doubt.  I went on to work for a couple of years at the same country club managing the bag room and range and all that.  Those days were all about golf all day every day.  When I wasn't working I was playing.  All of my new friends were club pros.  It was complete immersion in the game.  Even when I went back to school, for undergraduate and graduate degrees, I was always thinking about the game.  In the years since, there was one stretch of about 5 years where I just didn't have access to a course or time to play.  But even then there was always a golf club in my living room and a putter in my office.  I still feel like a kid about the game.  The usual golf paraphernalia is strewn about my house and I play at least a couple of times a week.  And whenever my mind races about work or other real life matters as I'm trying to get to sleep, as has been the case through all this time, I just think about my swing and drift away.  I know this all sounds crazy but it is the truth.  I'm glad you have discovered this passion.  Even if it was a different endeavor you will be a more complete person because of it.

Hello fellow addicts!!

Being a woman golfer, I find it difficult to find other women "addicts", so I have joined 2 men's leagues.

I think about golf and my swing all the time, day in and day out. I too, am the only one in my family that plays. I don't want to do anything but golf, I just can't seem to play it enough. Unless there is snow on the ground and the course is closed, I will be out there hitting balls / playing.

I would love to hear from any other women out there that love it as much as I do.

Cindy, Highland IN

Jay W

Welcome to the club!  You are basically 25 years behind me.  Back then I was floundering through my sophomore year of college knowing that I was wasting my parents' money and a lot of people's time.  Somehow, despite having never really played before, I decided that I wanted to learn golf.  It all sounds crazy but within a few days of that decision I had dropped out of school, driven half way across the country back home, bought my first set of clubs, and got a job as a caddy.  It was a busy week!  But of all the things I've ever done in my life it was by far the one about which I had the least doubt.  I went on to work for a couple of years at the same country club managing the bag room and range and all that.  Those days were all about golf all day every day.  When I wasn't working I was playing.  All of my new friends were club pros.  It was complete immersion in the game.  Even when I went back to school, for undergraduate and graduate degrees, I was always thinking about the game.  In the years since, there was one stretch of about 5 years where I just didn't have access to a course or time to play.  But even then there was always a golf club in my living room and a putter in my office.  I still feel like a kid about the game.  The usual golf paraphernalia is strewn about my hou

se and I play at least a couple of times a week.  And whenever my mind races about work or other real life matters as I'm trying to get to sleep, as has been the case through all this time, I just think about my swing and drift away.  I know this all sounds crazy but it is the truth.  I'm glad you have discovered this passion.  Even if it was a different endeavor you will be a more complete person because of it.

Jay, great story and glad to hear you found you way back to sleep.

-Brian

Cindy F

Hello fellow addicts!!

Being a woman golfer, I find it difficult to find other women "addicts", so I have joined 2 men's leagues.

I think about golf and my swing all the time, day in and day out. I too, am the only one in my family that plays. I don't want to do anything but golf, I just can't seem to play it enough. Unless there is snow on the ground and the course is closed, I will be out there hitting balls / playing.

I would love to hear from any other women out there that love it as much as I do.

Cindy, Highland IN

My stepmother is 78 and plays 4 times per week and can beat the pants off quite a few of the men (and routinely helps other women depart with their funds).  Her vocabulary is about 90 percent golf and we generally relive some of our recent rounds when I call her and my dad (who is a slightly reformed golfaholic - he can still watch golf for hours at a time).

I wish I would have taken pix but I love golf so much I used to hit golf balls in Afghanistan earlier this year when wearing body armor was mandatory. 50 pounds extra on my chest and back didn't stop me. Hoping to get onto the course soon since we having a nice warm week in Virginia coming up. Your "addiction" is normal, just try to balance it out with time spent with others so they don't label you as a curmudgeon, haha.

David K

I wish I would have taken pix but I love golf so much I used to hit golf balls in Afghanistan earlier this year when wearing body armor was mandatory. 50 pounds extra on my chest and back didn't stop me. Hoping to get onto the course soon since we having a nice warm week in Virginia coming up. Your "addiction" is normal, just try to balance it out with time spent with others so they don't label you as a curmudgeon, haha.

There was a rumor/internet legend about sending pre-owned golf balls to troops overseas, especially to places overly rocky and dry, since they could only hit hard surfaces so many times before they would be scuffed beyond recognition.  I'd be happy to make some donations, of either usable balls or balls with one hit left in them.

I'd hate to landfill all the balls I find looking for my own ball.

Hi Lou and thanks for your reply.

Nice to hear about your stepmother still playing and loving the game at 78! I hope that I am still able to play at that age. Golf is in my blood, and I don't know what I would do without it......And The Golf Channel is my favorite channel, too!

Tell your stepmother that I admire and am proud of her! :)

Cindy

Don O

David K

I wish I would have taken pix but I love golf so much I used to hit golf balls in Afghanistan earlier this year when wearing body armor was mandatory. 50 pounds extra on my chest and back didn't stop me. Hoping to get onto the course soon since we having a nice warm week in Virginia coming up. Your "addiction" is normal, just try to balance it out with time spent with others so they don't label you as a curmudgeon, haha.

There was a rumor/internet legend about sending pre-owned golf balls to troops overseas, especially to places overly rocky and dry, since they could only hit hard surfaces so many times before they would be scuffed beyond recognition.  I'd be happy to make some donations, of either usable balls or balls with one hit left in them.

I'd hate to landfill all the balls I find looking for my own ball.

Don, the best thing to do is see if you know any service members and see if they have clubs and a place to hit the golf balls on their camp. If you don't know anyone, check with a recruiter or see if a Veterans Organization will send them in a care package somewhere. Ours came from the VFW post near our home area. We didn't have an area at first but we ended up hitting them from a helicopter landing zone from a hitting mat into the hillside. (Golf balls fly further at 7,000 feet elevation) The Afghans collected them up eventually and tried selling them back to us. 

I've had an addiction a passion for this game since I was 17 or 18.  I'm 60 now.  That passion has gotten me through depression, the loss of an intimate loved one, job losses, and assorted other trials in life.  The game has given me some of my greatest rewards, but the times of poor play have taught me some of the best lessons.  

Humility and learning how to have fun with the game are probably the best lessons I have learned - they happened later in life, but they were part of finally growing up!

By the way, I used to think that a lot of my golf problems were caused by the equipment I was playing.  But, since I gravitated to an all-Titleist bag, I've learned that the main problem was between my ears.  And, I'm plenty good enough!

Enjoy the passion!