Yesterday, I started to relate the foundation of my love of golf, but that was more like a false start.  This is the second part of that post where I really get to the bottom of my fondness for the game.  As I said yesterday, I really want to hear how you ended up taking up golf.  Feel free to drop your stories into the comments.  I won’t be offended if you skip my drivel and go right to the comments. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program. As I was saying yesterday: Until… Starting With a Job In March of 1994, I was in college and was looking for a job for the summer.  The same group of friends that went out there a year or two earlier (including the two clubless deadbeats – sorry, dude…) decided that we should go down to the “country club” and apply for jobs. I put “country club” in quotes because at the time, we were so naive, we assumed it was a club for the elite like

I have to confess that the real purpose of this post is for me to hear from you, so feel free to skip all my jabbering and leave a comment if you like.  A comment on a recent post got me thinking back fondly to how I took up the game of golf many years ago.  There’s a lot behind the development of my appreciation for the game.  I’m going to share that, but I really want to hear how you got started with golf.  Share your story in the comments and take up as little or as much space as you need. Now on to the beginning… I had gone to driving ranges here and there while growing up.  I always used the house drivers that they loan out to people who don’t own clubs, but I never had any concept of the game.  All I knew was whacking balls as far as I could and laughing at people who whiffed (I wasn’t really laughing the time I slipped and threw the borrowed driver