hitting balls with sticks...

friday night, carson and i drove out past monroeville to go to a driving range/batting cage. hooray for hitting balls with sticks!

as far as golf and i go, i haven't swung a golf club since the fall of 1994 when i was a wee freshman in one of my chosen six week rotations for the required physical education class at notre dame (other chosen rotations included ice skating, self-defense, cpr, and FENCING!). i didn't really love golf back then, but these days it seems like everyone in my life is all about the golf, so i figured maybe i should give it a go so that i don't get left behind. well, i still don't love it, but there is something oddly gratifying about sending that little white ball soaring through the air. and while it's frustrating as all hell to swing at the little ball and miss (doh!), the experience wasn't nearly as frustrating as i thought it would be. i even had fun, and would now like to learn how to be an awesome (or at least a respectable) golfer so that my uncles will see me as more than the renegade crazy liberal of the family.

and NO, carson did NOT stand behind me with his arms around me to show me how to swing. that's just dumb.

also, we swung different sticks at different balls in the batting cage. how have i reached 30 years of age never having experienced the joys of the batting cage before? how freaking awesome! you give a machine some quarters and put on a helmet, then another machine tosses you balls that you can totally slam out of the park, erm, cage! fantastic!