Admitting you’re into golf…
My name is Tim. I am a golfer.
I have worked in the golf industry, writing and consulting in PR for 20 years, so it’s hardly a secret. But I also do men’s work, and it’s only in last couple of years that I have felt comfortable mentioning it to men in the work, particularly my bros in the Mankind Project.
I had to get past my fear that I would be judged as an elitist bastard in bad pants. Eventually, I got over myself. Now, I have no hesitation in mentioning it. Sure, roll your eyes, but golf teaches me about myself, tests me, and provides me with escape and great times with friends and family in a beautiful green playground. And a beer when I’m finished.
My office is equipped with a putting matt, my rec room has a hockey trophy as a chipping target, and our kitchen has a sign that reads “No golf clubs” inspired by practice swings that dented a stove and took out an overhead light.
For me, golf is obsessive, frustrating and I usually choke in competition, but when I occasionally hit the sweet spot and my eyes trace the ball as it locks on to the target … it’s freaking sweet.
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