Exuberant Golfing

I love golf and you can hear it whether I am on the course or off. I simply can't help myself.

I scream at the television while watching golf. I try to coax golf balls into the hole during play. I've also had many conversations with a golf ball or club trying to convince them what they are supposed to do.

Friends are never surprised when I fall on the fairway laughing at an insanely good (or bad) shot. A round of golf with me is far from a quiet experience. I also have an entire playlist of Weird Al Yankovic golf-inspired songs that I sing on the course.

During competition I'm more subdued, but I still yell at balls to make them turn or clear water hazards. I always try to be aware of other golfers on the course, but I will admit to having apologized once or twice for cheering a bit too loudly when a partner sinks birdie.

My friends over at NiceBallz think balls ought to fall where they may without any encouragement. They recently wrote a post creatively entitled, "Keep Your Mouth Off My Ball." But my friends like it when I talk to their balls. Golf balls are kind of like children. Mine don't listen to me, but others mind me quite well.

My enthusiastic golfing goes well beyond my conversations with golf balls. On ladies day I'm often paired with a new golfer who may be a little intimidated to join our league. All worries seem to fade once she hears me sing, "I like short putts and I can not lie. You other players can't deny." (Yes, this must be sung to "Baby Got Back.")

My coach and friends laugh at me. During a recent round one of my golfing gal pals actually called me a "Screamer," but I prefer "Exuberant Golfer."