高尔夫罗曼史Golf Course Romance（1/2）

佚名/Anonyo

My hband, Roy, had always y golf.

I had heard the holf Widow stories and never enuraged the ga.After quite a few years e and raisg three children, we were rd by oursons, Brad and Chad, now young adults, that they were takg up the sport of golf.Needless to say, they waheir Dad to py with the.They begged and pleaded, but he had lost terest several years earlier.

Our sons surprised Roy with a set of golf cbs oher’s Day.Durg our vacation that year, the three of the pyed a round of golf.Sce he had so uch fun, he wao share the experieh .

“Let’s go to the golf urse,”he begged ourday afternoon.

“Why oh would I want to py golf?”I asked.

“Youdrive the cart,”he replied.“Please.”I saitiful look on his face—jt like a little boy with no oneya dy store.

My first thought was,“Sure I , but I uld also drive y car to the all.It would be oler and a lot ore fun.”I looked back at his sad fad fally agreed to go.

“Now how long will this take?”I asked, with a ge of resentntsy voice.

“We will only py ne holes,”he said.He whistled as he got his equipnt together.We headed for the green grass of the golf urse.

I oaned as I got out of the car and sat downthe driver’s seat of a little white golf cart.This was not y idea of a good ti.Before I started up the enge, Roy started tryg to teachthe rules of the road.

“What rules?”I shouted, as I took off drivg full speed.

“Slow down,”he begged.I ughed a drivg.“Youonly drivedesignated spots,”he sternly rd .

“And who is gog to s ?”I joked.I was already feelg rebellio.

When we reached the tee box at hole nuber one, he was shakg his head.It was clear that he was relieved to get off the speedg golf cart.He set up for his first sg while I watched, w why people thk golf is so uch fun.It looked ighty b to .

He hit the ball, but had no idea where it went.For thefifteen utes we searched for it.

Oh, this is fun, I chided hi.

We’ll jt get another ball,“he pcated , as he opehe pou his golf bag and pulled o.

Back we went to the tee box.“This uld take all afternoon,”I grubled to yself.When Roy hit the ball a send ti, we found it down the fairways a little way.After quite a few strokes, the ball went to the hole.I ’t reber the st ti I saw y hband that happy.“What was the big deal?”I wondered.

The drivg ga was on.We were off and speedg to thehole.I was drivg the cart and he was walkg.He said he he exercise but I knew he was afraid of y drivg.He spent a great deal of ti hittg the ball and then lookg for it, while I watched the squirrels and rabbits py.

Sothg entirely ued happened by the ti we reached the fifth hole.We were ughg, harder than we hadany years.The fancial stress associated with puttg three kids through llege was gohe stra of“too uch work and too little py”was repced by happy hearts and silg faces.To y utter aazent, a golf urse roance was born.

By the ti we got to whole nuber six, I had fallenlove aga.I felt like a young bride aopanyg her prce charg.Suddenly, he looked so cute tryg to keep up with that little white ball.

Whe to hole nuber seven, I sehat he was watchgore than the ball.“Keep your eye on the ball,”I reprianded hi.

“But I ’t,”he replied.“I like lookg at you.”

At that pot, he decided that he would ride withaga.This ti, he didn’t get upset when I drove too fast.By the ti we reached hole nuber eight, we were holdg hands.I don’t know if he was holdg on for dear life or if he enjoyed holdg y hand, but heless, I liked it.It had been a long while sce we st held hands.

The st hole, nuber ne, was the best hole of all.Before he stepped off the cart, he leaned over and kissed .“I’ gd you ca,”he said.“I had so uch fun.”

“ we e baext week?”I asked.A sile vered his fad e.

“Yes, ai we’ll py eighteen holes,”he asserted.He sacked the ball and it soared off to the woods.We both giggled as we drove off to fd yet another lost ball.

This ti, it didn’t atter to .My hband was happy.I was enjoyg his pany.Golf was jt a good exce to be together.

We were not only fdg lost balls.We were fdg each a, 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。

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