A Day On The Range

All year, whenever golf is on the television (which isn't very long), we sit and criticize the poorly dressed, not uncommonly overweight, "athletes" that walk around all day performing even less sport-like moves than a baseball player. "How is this a sport," we ask ourselves. Of course, it is rhetorical because we all know its not a sport.


And then it happens. We go hit a bucket of balls at the local driving range. The next time we see a golfer on tv, it turns into, "Wow. How do they hit it so well every time? Did you see that putt? Look at the drive on this ball! How did he put that backspin on it?"


So thanks golfers. For finding an activity that you make look so easy while at the same time making us feel totally lame when we try it ourselves. That's also how I usually feel about artists too. Its not my fault Bob Ross makes me feel so capable of being a masterpiece maker in the world of oils and happy trees.