佚名/Anonyo
Myhband,Roy,hadalwaysygolf.
IhadheardtheholfWidowstoriesandneverenuragedthega.Afterquiteafewyearseandraisgthreechildren,wewererdbyoursons,BradandChad,nowyoungadults,thattheyweretakgupthesportofgolf.Needlesstosay,theywaheirDadtopywiththe.Theybeggedandpleaded,buthehadlostterestseveralyearsearlier.
OursonssurprisedRoywithasetofgolfcbsoher’sDay.Durgourvacationthatyear,thethreeofthepyedaroundofgolf.Scehehadsouchfun,hewaosharetheexperieh.
“Let’sgotothegolfurse,”hebeggedourdayafternoon.
“WhyohwouldIwanttopygolf?”Iasked.
“Youdrivethecart,”hereplied.“Please.”Isaitifullookonhisface—jtlikealittleboywithnooneyadystore.
Myfirstthoughtwas,“SureI,butIuldalsodriveycartotheall.Itwouldbeolerandalotorefun.”Ilookedbackathissadfadfallyagreedtogo.
“Nowhowlongwillthistake?”Iasked,withageofresentntsyvoice.
“Wewillonlypyneholes,”hesaid.Hewhistledashegothisequipnttogether.Weheadedforthegreengrassofthegolfurse.
IoanedasIgotoutofthecarandsatdownthedriver’sseatofalittlewhitegolfcart.Thiswasnotyideaofagoodti.BeforeIstarteduptheenge,Roystartedtrygtoteachtherulesoftheroad.
“Whatrules?”Ishouted,asItookoffdrivgfullspeed.
“Slowdown,”hebegged.Iughedadrivg.“Youonlydrivedesignatedspots,”hesternlyrd.
“Andwhoisgogtos?”Ijoked.Iwasalreadyfeelgrebellio.
Whenwereachedtheteeboxatholenuberone,hewasshakghishead.Itwasclearthathewasrelievedtogetoffthespeedggolfcart.HesetupforhisfirstsgwhileIwatched,wwhypeoplethkgolfissouchfun.Itlookedightybto.
Hehittheball,buthadnoideawhereitwent.Forthefifteenuteswesearchedforit.
Oh,thisisfun,Ichidedhi.
We’lljtgetanotherball,“hepcated,asheopehepouhisgolfbagandpulledo.
Backwewenttotheteebox.“Thisuldtakeallafternoon,”Igrubledtoyself.WhenRoyhittheballasendti,wefounditdownthefairwaysalittleway.Afterquiteafewstrokes,theballwenttothehole.I’treberthesttiIsawyhbandthathappy.“Whatwasthebigdeal?”Iwondered.
Thedrivggawason.Wewereoffandspeedgtothehole.Iwasdrivgthecartandhewaswalkg.HesaidheheexercisebutIknewhewasafraidofydrivg.Hespentagreatdealoftihittgtheballandthenlookgforit,whileIwatchedthesquirrelsandrabbitspy.
Sothgentirelyuedhappenedbythetiwereachedthefifthhole.Wewereughg,harderthanwehadanyyears.Thefancialstressassociatedwithputtgthreekidsthroughllegewasgohestraof“toouchworkandtoolittlepy”wasrepcedbyhappyheartsandsilgfaces.Toyutteraazent,agolfurseroancewasborn.
Bythetiwegottowholenubersix,Ihadfallenloveaga.Ifeltlikeayoungbrideaopanygherprcecharg.Suddenly,helookedsocutetrygtokeepupwiththatlittlewhiteball.
Whetoholenuberseven,Isehathewaswatchgorethantheball.“Keepyoureyeontheball,”Irepriandedhi.
“ButI’t,”hereplied.“Ilikelookgatyou.”
Atthatpot,hedecidedthathewouldridewithaga.Thisti,hedidn’tgetupsetwhenIdrovetoofast.Bythetiwereachedholenubereight,wewereholdghands.Idon’tknowifhewasholdgonfordearlifeorifheenjoyedholdgyhand,butheless,Ilikedit.Ithadbeenalongwhilescewestheldhands.
Thesthole,nuberne,wasthebestholeofall.Beforehesteppedoffthecart,heleanedoverandkissed.“I’gdyouca,”hesaid.“Ihadsouchfun.”
“weebaextweek?”Iasked.Asileveredhisfade.
“Yes,aiwe’llpyeighteenholes,”heasserted.Hesackedtheballanditsoaredofftothewoods.Webothgiggledaswedroveofftofdyetanotherlostball.
Thisti,itdidn’tatterto.Myhbandwashappy.Iwasenjoyghispany.Golfwasjtagoodexcetobetogether.
Wewerenotonlyfdglostballs.Wewerefdgeacha,too.
我的丈夫罗伊一直想打高尔夫球。
可怕的“高尔夫寡妇”的故事使我从不鼓励这项运动。结婚多年后，我们膝下已有三个孩子。正值青春年华的布拉德和查德是我们的双胞胎儿子，从他们口中得知，他们迷恋上了打高尔夫。当然，他们希望爸爸也能参与。于是他们央求他一起去打高尔夫，但他的兴趣早在多年前就已经被扼杀了。
父亲节那天，儿子们给了罗伊一个惊喜，送了他一套高尔夫球杆。那年，他们三个人在假期打了一场高尔夫，罗伊玩得非常开心，便想让我也体验一下那种快乐。
一个周六的下午，他恳求我：“咱们去打高尔夫吧。”
“我干嘛要去呢？”我问。
“你可以开车，”他回答，“拜托了。”他那可怜兮兮的样子，就像一个没钱买糖果的小男孩。