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The cart is a faster, lazier and less appreciated way to play golf

I once played on a fall afternoon on a nearly empty golf course. I wanted to play fast, play 18, and I didn’t mind spending an extra $7, so I grabbed a cart. I played the front 9 in 55 minutes and 11 over, not as well as I feel I should have played.

My wife says I deserved it. Walking is better for you. (I also played from the back tees and it was really windy, and I hadn’t played in two weeks, mind you.) While I struck the ball really, really well, my putting was atrocious.

Often, I could feel the motor in my heart trying to keep pace with the motor of the golf cart. It certainly doesn’t help trying to read greens. I couldn’t slow down. I hit putts 6 feet short of the hole, then 8 feet past.

I didn’t particularly enjoy the round, even though I was missing out on work to golf. Normally, I’m anti-cart. Now I know why.

What I learned … it’s hard to enjoy life if you are always in the fast lane.

I, husband, take you, wife, to be my golf partner. I promise to be true to your one true golf swing, in good shots and in bad, on rainy days and windy days, for birdies and quadruple bogeys, as long as this round shall last.

Do you, husband, enjoy golfing with wife?

I Do!

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Golf Wife / Golf Life is part of a series of short stories about observations my wife has made on the golf course. At first, they seem simplistic and obvious. But each holds a deeper insight to the truth about golf. And, sometimes life, too.

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