My inner golf: April 2002

My inner golf

Golf is a GAME. But not only a game. It is also a sport where physical condition, mental abilities, spatial capacities, patience are necessary to succeed. It is a walk in superb suroundings that a ball sometimes spoils; it is above all an inner travel where such a variety of emotions are displayed. This is why we love it, why we are addicted to it.

About Me

Name: Matthieu Constanzo

Location: Troyes, Aube, France

Je suis passionné de tout, de sport, comme le golf , le roller, le tennis, de voyages. je suis aussi passionné de photographie, et vous pouvez aller voir mon blog sur les élections de Miss et shootings à http://www.photo10.sup.fr

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

First shots

Yes, this is me 3 years after my beginnings at golf. I love so much this game that I decided to create a blog to remember how difficult it is, how marvelous it is to play golf. So you will have regular messages depicting my inner thoughts from April 2002. Be patient ! I'm French and it takes a while to think and write in English !

I have always been amazed - especially at the beginning - at the way confirmed golfers' ball flew in the air. With such easiness, effortless. Beside me at the Montpellier practice, in the sunshine, people were staring at me : I couldn't touch the ball OR worse it gently rolled for a few yards in front of me or even behind me... Why worse ? because I had squandered a chance to get it right. My wrists hurt, my ego harms. Why on earth was I here ? toiling to get ONE ball right.

Thursday, April 25, 2002

The first time

I began golf in April 2002 at the age of 35. My dad had already been playing golf for a few years and I was a (poor) tennis player since I had no physical condition. But I could teach kids. So I was looking for another sport which would allow me to meet people, to breathe fresh air...I had tried golf a couple of times, but I wasn't good at all : I couldn't even touch that naughty yellow ball ! And it really hurt when the club touched the practice mat... Or I missed it several times in a row, air shot they call that...After a new try in April at the Montpellier Massane golf in the South of France, I decided that the ball would not tease me any more and back home in Troyes, in the East of France, I went to the local golf club, La Forêt d'Orient.