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I& #39;m fully aware that it& #39;s "just golf". I was half joking when I texted a buddy back who had reached out to tell me today& #39;s news, "I& #39;m lost bud" but in reality, I am. Here& #39;s a short thread:
I fell into love with the game 2 years ago, so golf is still a new romance. But I& #39;ll tell you, I& #39;m happy that I found it. Earlier this week, I got out with a buddy of mine who& #39;s father was in the midst of dying of brain cancer in Canada where he was unable to see him. At all.
We never spoke of it together, until today when learned of his passing. The game allowed him to escape from the devastating reality that he& #39;d not have a moment with his dying dad. 3 hours to forget about the shit going on in his life.
Tuesday was 60 degrees. I went out alone. For 3 hours i enjoyed the sun, warm weather, a little Dave Matthews and just playing. I hadn& #39;t thought about work. I hadn& #39;t thought about relationships, or COVID, or anything.
Golf is just a sport, but many people who have found an escape in golf from the realities of their everyday life are in a really tough spot right now. Everyone exercises their mental demons in different ways, some of us choose an escape on the golf course.
For me, it& #39;s quite literally all I had to get me away from the realities we are all currently facing.
And feel free to poke fun at me for writing this out. Maybe you think that this is a gross overreaction. But I choose to be sensitive about the fact that many people& #39;s coping mechanism has just been stripped from them after months of waiting for April to arrive.
