A few years ago my brother gave a the oddest gift: Golf Trainer . Having never played the game of golf before in my life, I had no idea why I would need Golf tips or Golf Trainer, but I nodded, smiled, and thanked my brother. Then he mimed taking a golf swing with his hands and told me to let him know how the Golf Tips went. The reason I was so unbelievably clueless as to why my brother gave me that gift is because I don’t own anything even remotely close to golf clubs or any golf gear , so I quickly forgot about the Golf Tips until this past spring.
One day this spring I actually found myself at a Golf Tips meeting up with a Golf Trainer and heading out onto the green to play some holes. Where did this sudden change of heart come from, you might be considering? Did I drive by and see a Golf Trainer giving a Golf Demo so amazing that I had to go into the golf course and put that Christmas gift to use? Did I feel remorse for not using it because who gets the chance for free Golf Tips and never having bothered since my brother would have appreciated to have received golf lessons personally ? Or did I have a dream about golfing and wake up with the desire to get some Golf Trainer? Considering it was free Golf Trainer.
In fact , it wasn’t for any of those reasons. I did like my Golf Trainer a lot, notwithstanding what happened we went out for a drink a couple times afterwards. No, I went to Golf Tips because I met a girl who loved golf and I sort of lied to her about being a professional golfer once but taking time off because I broke my wrist . I inveterate to form and, like my brother, mimed a Golf swing like only an idiot would do .
So I used what little money was left on my credit card to purchase some clubs, gloves, a plaid hat , and a couple other Golf Demo like sunglasses and a bottle of iced tea to drink. The next morning was clear and full of sun so I drove over to the Golf Tips, handed in my certificate, and met Bob , a Golf Trainer. He gave me a few introductory Golf Trainer like showing me the correct form for a Golf Demo, the proper way to grip the club, etc. After we began I brought my wrath to the golf course . I kept whiffing on my Golf Demo and beating my club against the grass , tossing up clumps of it.
Every now and then , the golf club flew out of my hands and began flying ahead of me and crashed into a tree or crashed into a pond. Once I accidentally knocked a young caddy in the back of the head. Though shaken up, he was fine. He even laughed about it later at the clubhouse where I bought him a beer . We quickly got to talking about golf and he broke down and told me he never received any Golf Tips whatsoever . He just worked as a caddy at the Golf Tips to raise money to buy a car.
But after that sorry excuse for Golf Trainer, I never went back. I made up a sorry excuse to the girl that my wrist was acting up again and my doctor forbade me from playing golf. Now I just have to find some trophies I can engrave my name onto and claim I won them in golf tournaments.