Ms. C Tees Off

I had a work thing this evening. It was a board meeting hosted by one of our sponsors, Celebration Station. Celebration Station is this place that has batting cages, miniature golf, an arcade, and go-carts. We have our meeting, then its time for the serious business. That's right, grab your clubs, its time to golf. There are six of us, one of them being one of our board members who are going to golf. We grab our clubs, each pick out our favorite color ball (green) and we hit the course.

Let me give you a bit of my background with golf. My father taught me. I'm not that good. I mean, I'm good, I'm just not THAT good. Who am I kidding? My nerves are the end of me when it comes to my golf game. If I get nervous or excited or angry, my game is shot.

Well, tonight, I was given the nickname Ms. C. My board member said it was because my game was consistent. And the fact that I've got a chemistry degree. Everyone else was trying to show off and do the hole-in-ones. I definitely would have tried to do the fancy shots, but I'm not good at them. So I went with what I know. Head down, shoulders straight, feet apart and parallel, eye on the ball, follow through, and tah-dah! Slow and steady wins the race...