Thursday, January 4, 2007
One of my Christmas gifts brings with it a challenge.
Santa and his reindeer delivered some golf clubs.
I’ve never played golf in my life, except for the putt-putt version. And the last time I played that game my wife beat me.
I’m a sports fanatic. I played basketball and softball on a regular basis until about age 30. I say regular basis – the second date Pam and I ever had, I took her to the softball field.
Since I dropped basketball and softball, I’ve had friend after friend and colleague after colleague encourage me to pick up the game of golf.
I’ve refused time and time again, basically for two reasons - lack of time and a fear that I would become addicted. I figured it would be hard to work in golf around the newspaper, family and all the other activities in my life.
Now at age 45, I realize I need some sort of recreation, and golf seems to be the logical choice.
I played a few games of half-court basketball about a year ago. I did OK for an “old man,” my son Andy and daughter Emma said, but I’m a long, long way from being in shape for that sport again.
I played a few games of tennis during a recent vacation. Again, I did OK, but too much running for an “old man,” according to my two oldest children.
So, I guess I will give golf a try. Maybe, just maybe, between riding in a cart and some walking, I can make it.
Only time will tell how much time I will spend golfing. But I need the game.
I even bought a book during the holidays, with some of my Christmas money, on the basics of golf. I’ve watched the pro game on TV a lot, particularly on Sunday when the tournaments get down to the final round. But I realize I won’t have Tiger Woods’ swing for awhile.
Hopefully, I won’t be selling the clubs in the classified section a year from now.
Christmas was again lots of fun for the Burlesons, particularly with a 4-year-old (who turned 5 on New Year’s Day). We continue to get lots of toys and games.
Erin got “Disney Scene It,” in which players answer questions about Disney movies and characters and so forth. We played it as a family. I didn’t do well. Erin answered more questions than me.
Monday night we played “Sorry.” I lost again, this time to Pam.
We visited my family in Alabama the Saturday before Christmas and Pam’s family in Nashville this past weekend.
It made us stop and think how little time we spend with those we love the most, and the majority of our families are really not that far away.
It had been a year since our children had seen most members of Pam’s family.
It was a good weekend with food, football, movies, fellowship and good times galore.
Sometimes the little moments mean the most.
Pam, Erin and I stayed at a hotel. I had some special time with my 4-year-old Saturday morning. Pam got up early and went shopping with her sister-in-law Vicki. Erin and I slept late.
I ended up having to wake Erin about 9 a.m. so we could make it to breakfast. She had to snuggle for the longest before we actually left the room, but that was just fine with me.
Perhaps the funniest moment of the weekend was when I was passing out gifts and gave one to Pam’s sister Susan that said, “To: Susan.”
She opened it and loved it, but realized near the end of our gift opening that it wasn’t for her. It was for another Susan, a friend of Pam’s brother Mike and his family.
After lots of laughs from the entire family, she rewrapped the gift and put it back under the tree.
Of course, I took the blame for that one.
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