Attempt to Make Me a Golfer No. 3: Hubbie Buys Me a Set of Clubs

I could write an entire book on all the ways Hubbie plotted and schemed over the years to make a golfer out of me. I still think he may have managed to get his hands on some magical "golf dust" that he poured on me while I was sleeping. In the end, his support was vital to me falling in love with the game. But I had to find the game for myself to reactivate those old figure skating genes inside me. It would never have happened if I didn't have that first set of MacGregor clubs.

Hubbie was raised on a golf course by a golf-loving mother and father. He even played on his college golf team a million few years ago. After we were engaged, his father gave him some sage advice: "Be sure to buy a nice set of clubs for yourself before you are married." His thought was that blushing brides might not be happy about such a significant purchase after the nuptials.

This was a brilliant excuse for Hubbie to buy a new set of clubs, but he took the theory one step farther; he bought me a set of clubs too. I thought the clubs were my wedding present and I was sure that was not the way I wanted to start our marriage. Fortunately, I received an appropriate Tiffany's frame as my wedding present. The clubs were just a "bonus" gift. The set had a driver, 3 and 5-woods, and the irons ran 3-pitch. What beginner can hit a 3 or a 4-iron? Not me. I still don't own those clubs and don't have any plans to add them to my bag any time soon.

I found the clubs utilitarian, kind of like a vacuum cleaner. I knew I would need to learn how to use both for a happy marriage. Hubbie was smart enough to buy me a sassy, floral purple bag, but there was a sinister side to his purchase: He knew I would need the clubs for our honeymoon. Nevis...here we come!

Please note the lovely driver, or 1-wood as I used to call it. No need to worry about losing any hearing with that club. Having no shame, I even shared the humongous dent I managed to brand on the club.