Friday, July 24, 2009
Every 4th of July my family plays golf together and sometimes it gets competitive or overly analytical. The morning of the scramble tournament is filled with adrenaline and team theme music. Sometimes the excitement turns tense, but we don't play for the love of trash talk or for pride alone. We play because we have all been taught to love the wildly complicated game of golf and it marks the years in a language we all speak.
When you strip away the messy things about our tournament and the hubris of competition, you will find 11 people who have a simple love for the game. We will speak about the sweet ping of a solid tee shot or the bond created by teammates lining up a crucial put together. This was the first year I haven't played in...forever and it was strange. But the game of golf lives beyond the family tournament. It lives anywhere I can buy a Nutroll and stick extra tees in my ponytail. It lives anywhere I can pull second ball from my bag when that first chip gets away from me and it lives in my heart, which tells me to play and score the first, more miserable shot.
This video speaks to the way golf can capture your heart as a dialect of life and an obsession - not with being perfect or even good - but with moving forward. If you love the game or you love someone who does, take twelve minutes and watch someone fueled by a simple love to move forward. And if your eyes start to water, don't worry. The air was dusty when I watched, too.
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