Morgan Pressel pulled out driver on her approach to the green on the par 4, 14th hole in the final round of the US Open at Pine Needles. I suppose being 4 shots behind the lead with only four holes to go can make you whip out the big stick when you're not on the tee box. And to my utter amazement, I did not hear any protests from the announcers in regards to club selection. Instead, they remarked that it had come down to doing what you gotta do when you wanna save a stroke to win. On top of that, they sarcastically remarked, "How often do you get to practice this shot?" I had to laugh out loud, because I have heckled a fellow golfer for pulling out his driver on the fairway, even though that's his most reliable club. You just don't do that, y'know?
The other day, I picked up a copy of Golf magazine, of which I am four months behind reading. My scanning eyes happen to get stuck on the monthly "Cool Shots" article that coincidentally read, "Hitting Your Driver off the Deck". Now that had to be one of those times when God says to the nearest angel, "Watch this" punctuated by a big grin. Apparently this is not an original shot, so much so, we need to be taught the proper way to do it.
God continually has a sense of humor when it comes to these life lessons. In all this, I was keenly listening to what God wanted to teach me, since it definitely wasn't the golf shot (I can hardly hit the driver off the tee box; there'd be no way I could hit it off the fairway). For most of my life, I have been aware of a sense of doing things in a particular way. As an example, I very much prefer that cups and smaller bowls are placed in the upper carrier of my dishwasher, while pots and plates go in the bottom. My brother doesn't seem to share the same sentiment. In fact, I rather doubt he has sentiment at all when it comes to placement of dirty dishes. I have learned to suppress this frustration, though, since it is so not worth an argument. But I do not think suppression is what God wants me to go after. I feel He is telling me to let go of things that are not a matter of right and wrong. Let Rich put a cup in the lower carrier. Let my golfing friend use his Taylor Made on the short grass. Let them be who they are, and enjoy who God made them to be. Lighten up, Annie, and enjoy God's creation. I think I will find that they enjoy me more too.
In the meantime, do you think you can teach me how to hit my driver off the tee, God?
The Sun girls
excited to be outside
