After a lifetime of expertly dodging anything remotely athletic, we moved to a golf community, and I thought, “I’m going to play golf. How hard can it be?”
Fast forward three years, and I’ve learned just how hard it is to play this ridiculous game. Now, my days revolve around swings, slices, and wondering how I managed to become completely obsessed with golf.
I’ve bought the gear (probably too much), taken countless lessons, and spent hours practicing. Mostly, I’ve perfected my frustration face. My swing? It’s a work in progress. I’ve spent countless ADHD-fueled hours diving into swing theory, obsessively watching videos, and letting AI break down my swing one awkward frame at a time.
Will it work? Will it not? Your guess is as good as mine. Stick around while I try to figure this shit out—with a little help from technology, caffeine, and the occasional good advice.