Stereotypes Of Golf

Stereotypes are powerful things. They lurk not in the shadows, but often with glaring clarity. These forgone conclusions on different matters often shape our view of the world, and sometimes, without even knowing it, we look at some things with a colorless view solely because of what we’ve heard or think we know. I, in fact, had one of these colorless attitudes towards the great game of golf, or more accurately the people who played it. I, coming from a family with little income, always thought of golfers as self-obsessed, elitists, that looked down upon us "common folk". They were rich, pretentious, and arrogant, while I actually cared about people other than myself. I never once sat down and thought that maybe these people weren't just dressing
Picturing myself walking around a golf course carrying a heavy golf bag, and sweating profusely was not my idea of a good time. This is going to be almost as fun as going to the dentist, I thought as we drove down country club lane. Stepping out of the car I full heartedly expected an array of dirty looks and shaking heads, but to quite the contrary the opposing team all smiled a shook my hand. Each of them along with the coach introduced themselves and wished me luck on my first round. That was weird, I thought as I walked with Casey over to the putting green. Then, another strange thing happened, my playing partner Chase along with his coach came over to talk to me before my round. They both told me that since this was my first round that if I had any concerns or questions that I was to ask them for help as often as I
Walking over to the first tee, I received at least five ''good lucks'' and "do wells" on the way. Of course, with it being my first ever tee shot I missed the ball. I turned around expecting the crowd to be laughing, but actually they simply said it is okay and that everyone makes mistakes. After another miss and a topped ball my round was underway. As my round went on I continued to make mistakes, and every time I did the parents and coaches that walked with us always offered a few words of encouragement. Still, I was looking for the qualities I had always heard and assumed that golfers had, but not once did I find them. When we all had finished I shot the worst score of anyone at the match, but that did not stop multiple people from approaching me to tell me to keep practicing and that I would only get better from here. Those words stuck with me, I would only get better from