Saturday, July 25, 2009


My dad introduced me to golf a couple of decades ago but I never really saw the point in spending 4-5 hours hitting a tiny dimpled white ball in random directions. He kept at it and is now playing about 3-4 times a week with his friends. Several years ago, when I was back home for a visit, he convinced me to take a lesson with the club pro and I was more than happy to try it out again. I figured it would be a great way for my dad and I to spend quality time together.

And boy was I hooked! I started playing every chance I got. No matter what the weather was like, what destination I was headed to or who I would play with (or without) - I always tried to squeeze in some golf. I worked my way down to about a 13 handicap in 2-3 years while living in Manhattan where I had to travel off the island to play.

On my parents' recent trip to visit us and meet baby Bella for the first time, we decided that it would be a great idea to get out of Atlanta for a change and headed to Hilton Head Island, SC. Being a mini-mecca of golf I booked us a round of golf on one of the island's many courses. The day before our round there was a golf exhibition staged by the local pro and after that there was a 4-7 year old golf clinic. And Kiki was extremely excited to try it out.

We all had a blast watching her try her best over and over again. They started out on the putting green and the pro taught the kids a simple song to get them to hit the ball properly:

"Aim your club,
Aim your feet,
Tick, Tock"

Simple, yet effective:

From there they moved on to chipping just off the green and the song changed just a little bit. The final line was "Potato, Chip." And finally they headed off to the driving range to hit full swing shots and the final line was "Squash, the bug!" That means you squash the imaginary bug with your knees as you turn to hit the ball.

Kiki was having some trouble adjusting her hands to grip the club properly, mainly because I believe she's a lefty so holding the club cross-handed came more naturally to her. When I tried to tell that tidbit to the pro, he cut me off and got the kids to practice how to hold the club "like a hot dog" where the right hand is the bun and the left thumb is the hot dog. Hot dog goes in the bun and voila, they were all holding their clubs properly.

Anyway, I hope she likes the game and grows up learning to play it. I would love to be able to get a round in with her. If she's not too cool for her Abba, that is. I really enjoy playing golf with my Abba, so I hope she will too.

Here's one more photo of that amazing smile:


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