golthhh fever

The little man is super-crazy about golf, or "golth" as he calls it (because when he's feeling lazy, he still pronounces his final fs as "th"). To illustrate what I'm talking about, here is a snapshot of our day:

This morning: Played some putt-putt golf at the course next to our house. I figured it was the last weekend they'd be open, so I wanted to give him his last shot at a hole-in-one. No luck. But he'll get another chance because it turns out they're going to be open through September. Hooray! (I think).

This afternoon: A little PGA tour viewing on TV. The little dude has learned that Sunday means golf on TV. And thanks to Grandpa Schulz, Sunday also means Tiger Woods will be wearing his Sunday Red shirt. The other day, he told me he wanted a Tiger Woods shirt. When I asked him if that meant a shirt like Tiger wears when he plays golf, or a T-shirt with Tiger on it, he told me the latter. A quick google search was unsuccessful, but I did find this that left him mildly amused:



After about a half hour of TV golf viewing, he wanted to hit golf balls at the park. This has become almost a daily ritual for us lately. Either he hits a bucket of balls with his real golf club. Or he uses his "future champion" (toy-ish) set to hit practice foam balls to a hole that he sets across the field.

The other day he told me he wanted to be a professional golfer when he grew up. And given his dedication and ability to focus on the game for what seems like a long time for a four year-old, I wouldn't be surprised if he got pretty good. Then again, given his stubbornness and ability to take direction and "tips" that he seems to have inherited from his mother, maybe not. But he did say, that if he ever got to play golf on TV like Tiger Woods, I could be his caddy. So I've got that going for me.

So you wanna see his new hero?



Guess who wanted to drive a line of golf balls in the backyard?