Golfing Happiness Essay -- Happiness Essays, Essay About Myself

For some one(a) who claims to be a golfer, shooting a score in the mid 90s is non something to tell my friends about. Golf is a sport of honor, and to alert your friends to such a poor round would be like admitting your girlfriend dumped you, and it wasnt a uncouth decision. However, t present is a single instance in which I dont cathexis what the scorecard reflects playing with Nick. Though some golfers prefer playing in tournaments with new, shiny drivers and caddies at their beck and call, Ill take a round of golf with Nick, on perhaps the worst golf course known to man, Hillcrest Golf Club, bothplace playing in any country-club tournament. Now, youve got to understand my friend Nick. He already scored perfectly on the PSAT Math section his sophomore year, has a workaholic lawyer for a dad, and recently informed his parents that in lieu of attending college he wants to become a postman...he already owns the perfect vehicle for the job a broken-down 1982 Jeep CJ5. His meteori c rise from hapless hacker at the local par-3 course to All-Region Golf Team honors is also noteworthy. One essential also take into account the misery that is Hillcrest Golf Club. Only here can someone find golfers so drunk they spin doughnuts on the 14th green and crash their squeeze into the lake. As a tractor pulled the cart from its watery grave, one of the men was heard to say to his rescuers, Hey, I dont reveal my driver in my bag, yall better find it. Nor would you find male golfers oer two hundred fifty pounds with no shirt on vesture cutoff jean shorts at many other golf courses. As you can see, it is no light claim to say I would earlier play here than a well-groomed country club. Almost every summer morning at the crack of dawn, Nick rolls up our b... ...ame I can neither pronounce nor spell. Our conversation at T.J.s is not circumscribe to golf, as it would be in fancy clubhouses after tournaments, but rather open to any subject we care to discuss, from Chemistry class close year to the best Steve Miller Band song. Finally, the experiences and times Nick and I share together are more valuable to me than any specious trophy. Some of the funniest and most relaxing times in my life shit come out on the links with Nick. We dont care about the score, our shots, or even the round. Nor do we care if the course has only two cuts of spate rough and green. So even though Ill never win one of those shiny first place trophies playing with Nick, the first call I make every summer I go home is the aforesaid(prenominal) number, and when I hear Nicks familiar voice, I smile just anticipating the heavy(a) of his CJ reverberating up the driveway.