People Watching...

Our son's golf try-outs Wednesday began at 3pm. (Our daughter's was 8am until about 10:40am.) At 7pm when I still hadn't heard from our son so I drove down to the golf course and waited until they finished at 8pm. Not a whole lot to do waiting in a golf course parking lot, so I parked parallel to the driving range and camped out for the duration and did some people watching.

In general, I have to say people watching at the golf course is pretty boring. Kind of like watching paint dry. That is unless you take the time to examine each golfer's form. Well, not even that, just watch them park their car, obtain their bucket of balls and so on.

A few things I observed:

1. Some golfers feel it is well worth the time and effort to back into a parking space so that their golf clubs (in the trunk) are as close as possible to the driving range. I mean, I know they are heavy, but come on, you need to jockey your car for 12 minutes to get them closer? Wouldn't it be easier to just carry them the extra 8 feet?
2. Ok, the clubs are out of the car, now what? Set them on the walkway, set them at a stand at the range, or carry them with you to the ball machine. (Tehehehehe, I said ball.)
3. Ok, everyone I observed chose to set their clubs on the walkway, but not after glancing back several times to check on them.
4. This is the driving range, you're wearing sandals, damn! Now you have to walk all the way back to the car for your golf shoes which are in your trunk. (Oh yes, this is why you backed in, because you've just saved yourself another 8 feet.)
5. Now I don't need to tell you how hilarious some amateur's stances are. This provided endless amusement.
6. Oh snap! Divet. No one saw that right? If you don't go grab it and put it in place and step on it, it didn't happen right?

I think the most amusing part was watching a guy in a big Suburban, back into his parking space (of course, because those are big and he's probably saving 11 feet of carrying his golf clubs). He gets out of the car and his wife/girlfriend gets out. Now I'm thinking, oh how sweet, it's a date at the driving range. Isn't it nice how they both share the same sport? Ever the gentlemen, he sets his clubs on the walkway and goes to get a bucket of balls. (Tehehehe, I said balls again.) Then I see the wife/girlfriend get into the tailgate area of the Suburban and sit and watch her husband/boyfriend hit the entire bucket of balls by himself. So I have a few questions:

1. Is this wife/girlfriend his coach? (Didn't seem like it, she stayed in the back of the Suburban. Were she his coach she would have stood near him and possibly corrected his form, etc.)
2. Is this wife/girlfriend so supportive of his sport that she goes to the driving range to cheer him on? (I didn't really notice any cheering.)
3. Is this wife/girlfriend so clingy that she can't bear to let him go to the driving range by himself?
4. Is this wife/girlfriend so jealous that she must accompany him everywhere?

It was a bit bizarre.

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