Aren’t they purty? I fell in love at first sight with these clubs when I saw them on the display window at a sports shop. Of course I would, they’re baby blue! With plush baby blue club head covers and baby blue shafts! I begged my parents to get these and they said no, but I came home one day to find the clubs sitting on our sala. I was supposed to share with my mom and sister. That was July 2007.
Look closely:
The club heads are still covered in plastic three years later! I have never ever used them, and neither have my mother and my sister. The poor golf clubs are stashed in a corner of our house. The pretty clubs don’t deserve this kind of neglect.
I have a new goal for this year: to take these babies out for a whirl. It’s about time I signed up for some beginner golf lessons at the nearest driving range. My dad will definitely be pleased. Besides, it’s on my 31 Before 31 list to play a full round of golf with my dad, I gotta start somewhere.
