I think I just found my new favorite sport (other than football, of course).

Golf. 

Yep -- Tiger, Tiger Woods, y'all.

No, I didn't get out there and play any rounds; I just went to the driving range -- and I was terrible.  I've always been terrible, and, as evidenced by how I played the other day, I'm still terrible.  But, for some reason, while I was choppin' away, that didn't seem to matter to me.  I still managed to have a lot of fun.

I know what you're probably asking yourself... How can you say golf is your new favorite sport when you're so terrible at it? ...Well, because I finally hit the ball off the tee for the first time.

I'm sure you're laughing that off as no big deal; but, for me, it truly was a big deal.  You see, I'd never been to a driving range before to really practice.  All my previous experiences with golf have happened at charity events, where you're expected to just get out there and merely look like you know what you're doing (I never fooled anyone).  I'd always be "that guy" who was stinking things up.  Sure, I'd go out there and try to have fun, because - ya know - it was just a charity event, so there wasn't any pressure to win a trophy or anything.  But, I gotta admit that it was still kinda embarrassing being the person who was always slowing-up my teammate's games.

So anyway -- I went to the driving range the other day with a buddy of mine.  I sucked from the get-go; but, thankfully, I hadn't set any high expectations for myself.  However, being the competitor that I am, I knew I had to try to get better.

For the first 45 minutes, I'd swing and hit the ball about ten feet in front of me - obviously I was doing something wrong.  When I'd swing my body didn't feel comfortable, because I was all outta sync.  My feet were going with my swing, but my body was being left behind.

Why it took me forty-five minutes to figure out I was doing something wrong... I don't know?  But, once I started to really take the time to figure out my approach and follow-thru by listening to the pointers my buddy was giving me, I finally got my swing lookin' a little better.  All I had to do was get my rhythm down.

So I'd properly transition my weight through my hips, get my left elbow locked down, and then BAM -- WHOOSH -- the ball went flyin'...

...It was one of the greatest feelings in the world.

I love golf now.  Like, this is my new hobby for the summer.  I'm gonna continue to practice so I can get this thing down.  And when the next charity event comes around, it's on - I'm gonna be poppin'.  During past charity events, I'd always stay back and let everyone else do their thing, because I knew I was terrible.  But now that my confidence is getting a lot higher, who knows... Maybe I'll be able to hang with the other guys.

I'm ready.  Practice makes perfect, and I'm definitely gonna be practicing.  I know I'm not a professional or anything - don't get it twisted.  I'm not saying I can go out and win the Masters or anything, like Tiger Woods or Phil Mickelson.  I'm just saying that I'm starting to feel my swag a little bit ;-)

You guys got any tips for me I should know about?  If so, I'll take what you say and run with it...

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