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After that first game with Paul, I knew I was hooked. The only questions was: where could I practice? Paul suggested the driving range off of route 2 – that is the Lancaster Golf Center. I called them up asking if I needed to book a time in advance for the driving range, to which they said there was no need. I also asked what was their dress code, as I heard from Paul that some courses can be quite strict with their dress code. The gentleman on the phone told me that they do not have a dress code – I guess that as long as I came and was wearing something that was enough for them. After all, they are a family orientated course/center – so they do not have quite the same interest in keeping an upper class feeling to the place as other courses may have.

The following Saturday I showed up there at around 11 AM. I was by myself, so I was a bit nervous as I did not know what exactly I needed. I went to the desk there, and the same gentlemen that spoke to me on the phone earlier was there now. I told him that I am a beginner, wanting to work on my driving and that I wanted some a bucket of golf balls and a club or two if he could loan them to me (at the time I did not have my own set just yet). He asked if I wanted to work on the mats or the grass, to which I answered the grass, and also asked for some tees. He gave me a number 7 iron, number 3 driver, a bucket of about 60 golf balls and a small bag of tees. Total cost - $11.00.

I was there for about an hour. Swinging at the ball – missing it about as many times as I was hitting it. I felt like those cartoons where you see the character take a big swing at the ball, missing the ball entirely, loosing his balance and falling. Who cares? I was enjoying myself. With the exception of computers (which I work with all day every day) I finally had something that I thoroughly enjoyed outside of the house. It has been quite a while since I felt like that. By the end of that hour I was getting a little better. My final hit went airborne just where I wanted it to go – what a feeling. When I returned the clubs, the gentlemen asked me how it was , to which I answered that the last ball was much better than the first.

I went back there the following weekend – this time with my wife for moral support. She gave up after a few hits, but cheered me on every time I got a good hit – which was happening more and more. I told her I feel funny because all the times I miss the ball. She said that she was watching the other people practicing there and they were missing about the same frequency as I was. Great, now I did not have to feel as bad about it ;o)

At least I am getting better and enjoying myself.

After that first game with Paul, I knew I was hooked. The only questions was: where could I practice? Paul suggested the driving range off of route 2 – that is the Lancaster Golf Center. I called them up asking if I needed to book a time in advance for the driving range, to which they said there was no need. I also asked what was their dress code, as I heard from Paul that some courses can be quite strict with their dress code. The gentleman on the phone told me that they do not have a dress code – I guess that as long as I came and was wearing something that was enough for them. After all, they are a family orientated course/center – so they do not have quite the same interest in keeping an upper class feeling to the place as other courses may have.

The following Saturday I showed up there at around 11 AM. I was by myself, so I was a bit nervous as I did not know what exactly I needed. I went to the desk there, and the same gentlemen that spoke to me on the phone earlier was there now. I told him that I am a beginner, wanting to work on my driving and that I wanted some a bucket of golf balls and a club or two if he could loan them to me (at the time I did not have my own set just yet). He asked if I wanted to work on the mats or the grass, to which I answered the grass, and also asked for some tees. He gave me a number 7 iron, number 3 driver, a bucket of about 60 golf balls and a small bag of tees. Total cost - $11.00.

I was there for about an hour. Swinging at the ball – missing it about as many times as I was hitting it. I felt like those cartoons where you see the character take a big swing at the ball, missing the ball entirely, loosing his balance and falling. Who cares? I was enjoying myself. With the exception of computers (which I work with all day every day) I finally had something that I thoroughly enjoyed outside of the house. It has been quite a while since I felt like that. By the end of that hour I was getting a little better. My final hit went airborne just where I wanted it to go – what a feeling. When I returned the clubs, the gentlemen asked me how it was , to which I answered that the last ball was much better than the first.

I went back there the following weekend – this time with my wife for moral support. She gave up after a few hits, but cheered me on every time I got a good hit – which was happening more and more. I told her I feel funny because all the times I miss the ball. She said that she was watching the other people practicing there and they were missing about the same frequency as I was. Great, now I did not have to feel as bad about it ;o)

At least I am getting better and enjoying myself.