At long last I was able to convince my husband to bring my son to the golf course at least once before we fly back to Manila.
It’s quite an effort to make Edmund agree. Siguro he finds it cumbersome. There was always an excuse, “Kailangan mag driving range muna.” Tama yun pero hindi rin naman nya sinasamahan sa driving range.
When Nyke was probably 7 or 8 or 9, I don’t remember na, he started playing golf and he was actually very good. One time he joined a tournament in Villamor Airbase, with Edmund accompanying him. He came home with some prices and a certificate. But Nyke’s interest switched to other sports like basketball and chess. He lost interest in golf. But you know children, we have to be the one to push them.
Nyke really had no interest in other physical activities except basketball. But this is a team sport. One needs a whole team to be able to play. It also comes with an extraordinary height requirment and agility. He actually has good basketball fundamentals. He shoots well, dribbles well, etc. He joined Xavier’s varsity team in basketball (elementary lang) and in chess.
While taking up his MS at the University of San Francisco, he was able to occasionally play at the nearby gym sponsored by the university but eversince he graduated from that school, finding a gym has become a challenge. There are basketball courts in public parks but the quality of people he encountered were not good basketball mates. They were so physical and they trash talked.
Unlike when he was still living in Manila, he had a regular group he played basketball with. They were his friends and classmates since grade school.
He has no regular physical regimen so I’ve been encouraging him to play golf. But he knows no one in the US to play golf with.
He would not just show up at the golf course without a companion.
A few years ago I got him an American pro to teach him golf. We went to the driving range once a week. The coach was impressed. But that stopped when I went back to Manila. Hindi sya magkukusa na pumuntang mag-isa.
I didn’t give up. Every time I was back, I would always bring up the topic. “Anak mag golf ka, anak, para may exercise ka anak outdoor yun, walang Covid, anak…. anak….” Ang kulit ko nga.
After so much prodding, pleading, kuliting, my husband hesitantly agreed to bring my son to the golf course, with the stage mother in tow.
I am not expecting my son to play as good as Edmund right away. I just want him to enjoy the outdoor sports as a hobby and as a physical exercise.
After lunch, we headed to the driving range for a review. This is considered Nyke’s first time again. I am sure nalimutan na nya lahat,
So here we are at the Poppy Ridge Golf Course, with our own golf pro, Edmund McGyver Woods Yee.
Paltus-paltos na kamay ni Nyke but he didn’t complain. Edmund’s back was already aching and we’d ran out of balls so we stopped after the 9th hole.
I enjoyed our golf together. Hah, nakiki golf ako. Pero tiga picture lang naman ako. I truly enjoyed our time here. I had so much fun driving the golf cart and look at the scenery, fresh air too.
Pagulung-gulong pa ako sa grass.
Pakopya-kopya pa ako ng pose ni Mr. Woods Yee
OMB—–“Tart, ang sarap palang mag-golf. Nice ang view, and fresh air. Enjoy ako. sasama na ako sa’yo tuwing mag go golf ka.
ECY—–“Ano????” Tart naman. Nakupo Dyos ko, wag naman. Kawawa naman ako.
OMB—–“Very relaxing pala, tuwing maggo-golf ka sasama ako.”
ECY—–” HWAG NAMAN!!! Mahabaging Dyos maawa ka sa akin!”
OMB—–“Masarap ang feeling, oh, outdoors pa, walang Covid.”
ECY—–“Tart naman, huwag na. Maawa ka naman sa akin. Parang pinagbawalan mo na akong maggolf. Mahabaging Dyos maawa ka sa akin. Parang sinabi mo ng huwag na akong mag-golf”.
Tingnan mo itong lalaki na ito. Sobrang overacting. Shall I get offended I don’t know what to think and feel. Mainis kaya ako sa kanya? Ayaw akong isama. Eh pag ka sya, kahit saan nga gustong mag-golf hindi ko sya tinatanong. I even encourage him to visit all the major courses in the world. Ako pa nga ang nag push sa kanya na pumunta sa St. Andrews. Tapos gaganyahin ako. Napaka drama.
