I'm not very good at sports. Growing up I wasn't allowed to wear my glasses while playing sports because of the fear that the glass would break and poke my eye out. Really my Mom just didn't want to replace expensive frames. The problem has always been making contact with the ball. I never learned how to do it correctly, in any sport, because I couldn't see it. I had a good on base percentage because I got hit by a lot of pitches. Team player...
In my early twenties I graduated to contact lenses and was able to get a clear view of the field of play. Unfortunately, I still couldn't make contact! Besides this original handicap I've never really been in "shape" like a real athlete and I never got the help needed to get better. Trips to the golf range or batting cage were really just for fun and my bad swinging technique was allowed to manifest itself into a real habit.
Over the past six months, since I became self employed, I've begun working on my athletic physique. I run 2 or 3 times a week, bicycle everywhere and haven't wolfed down an entire pizza by myself. Let's just say, I'm living a more healthy lifestyle right now. I'm down some lbs. and have more stamina than I've ever had. Funny thing is, I still stink at sports.
I've been playing Pickle Ball (that will be it's own blog entry entirely) every Sunday for the last three months and increased my golf outings from once every other month to twice a month. I'm finally getting serious about my golf game which is dismal to say the least and feel competitive on the pickle ball court. Feeling competitive however, doesn't mean I'm nearly as good as the best on the court.
It's important to note that there is another secret problem that hinders my abilities - myself. I'm harder on me than anyone ever could be and it usually compels me to just quit. With the most supportive wife on the face of the planet in my corner, I've started to work on this last demon and am actually trying to get better.
My last golf game out I joined up with some dudes that work on the Navy Base. Clean cut, gentleman type guys that were pretty serious. All three of them at one point or another gave me huge compliments when I hit a good shot, offered simple criticism to tweak what I was doing right and continually pushed positive thoughts on me. I shot a 115, had fun and was truly grateful for their company. Usually if I play that poorly I'd come home and kick the dog (not literally) but on this day, I was content.
This past Sunday one of the Pickle Ball veterans pulled me aside and kindly explained that my serve (the best part of my game) was illegal. My side-arm serve was more over-handed than is aloud. I found myself in the heat of battle with 3 other extraordinary players and not only did they go easy on me, but they were supportive, made positive suggestions and helped me out quite a bit. Losing my secret weapon (cheating serve) made me a lame duck on the court but these guys didn't rip me a part, they helped.
Finally, my favorite bartender on this island gives lessons for C-Golfers or worse. I went to see him and asked about getting a lesson. He scheduled me in (taking away from his family time) and has insisted that he won't charge me for the lesson! I'll figure out a way to repay him but I'm just in awe of how friendly, helpful and supportive everyone has been to me in the last few weeks. I feel like everyone is rallying behind me and I appreciate it so much.
One last thing - I posted a message on my FaceBook page about getting a deal closed and I was inundated with positive comments and happy feedback. This is all just a little too much! I'm not used to this amount of kindness but I sure to appreciate it. Thank You Everyone! It means so much to me that I have so many fans out there and I look forward to not letting you down. I'm looking forward to my first golf lesson, wish me luck!