Being part of a one billion strong population born eating, drinking and sleeping but one sport, I consider myself decent enough at swinging a piece of willow. Hence when the proverbial Aussie "mates" here invited me on a game of aquagolf, I was more than willing to come over. After all, who does not like to play a game where he can (or in my case ,thinks he can) dominate. Because though this was a new sport, the similarity of bashing a ball just made me a lot more confident or overconfident shall we say. Add to that the fact that here the ball is stationary and there is no way I could have put a foot wrong. Now the rules of aquagolf are even simpler than actual golf. Keep teeing golf balls till you hit a few nets in the water which would earn you some extra bucks and improve your swing.
Hence aping the others up I went on my exaggerated upward swing to meet the ball on the way down. Only to my utter disdain and everyone else's amusement, the ball was unmoved. I had swung through without actually hitting the ball. Just a rare miss for the first shot I thought and up I went again. And again the ball somehow craftily managed to dodge my club. Now I brought all the technical speak of cricket into play. Similar to cricket, advanced down the track to hit the ball. Though this time the ball did soar up a few feet, I was told my technique for cricket was not be applied at this sport.At cricket where the elbows are bent and the wrists supple, this male chauvinist GOLF (Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden) requires everything dead stiff!
And so now knees bent, stiff upper body, gritted teeth with the most ridiculous posture and a new swing I went through again and this time the ball had trickled a few feet away. Everyone around me meanwhile was belting the crap out of the balls.
So yeah, never mention cricket and golf in the same vein. Very very different sports. Right now it's not the Tiger but his famed swing I search for in the woods.
The picture of the futile exercise has been provided for the viewer's delight and author's misery.
4 comments:
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