It's been raining in California for about two weeks now. It's great for the drought, but bad for outdoor activities. Californians love being outside, and as a native myself sometimes I'm not sure that I belong. One activity I love doing though, is hitting golf balls or playing if I have the time. Something funny that a lot of people don't know about me is, that I'm a pretty damn good golfer. I competed at the high school level, and almost played in college too. Girls didn't take me seriously at first because I didn't belong to a country club and I didn't dress or act like them. I walked around with my hat on crooked and the collar of my golf shirt popped. I was pure rock and roll, and they were pure bread. Once I hit the ball though, they changed their tune. Once I started beating them...they got even more jealous. I was on a junior tour and won a few pretty cool trophies. I went to the Ohio State tournament and shot a career low in sectionals. I love golf. I used to resent it when I was competing because of the pressure. But now I use it to clear my head. My Grumpy Dad sent my golf clubs across the country so I could finally get back to doing my thing.
The rain nearly stopped me from doing it though. But for an hour I had fun. I felt that odd feeling of not belonging once I hit the range. Lots of collared shirts and stuffy glances, perfectly pleated kaki pants and expensive sun glasses. I remembered how I felt when I got on the tee in tournaments. And then I remembered that I'm a badass golfer. So I just hit the ball. Some of them were awesome, and some weren't that great. But it didn't matter. Golfing is hard. In my opinion, it is the hardest sport to play. It requires a lot of skill, concentration and brain power. But when you're just hanging with friends out in the sunshine, swinging your club and getting out your frustrations, it can be amazing, cleansing. Plus, it's great exercise, and it tones the hell out of your arms, stomach and back!