Barry and I met in high school, and here we are, 51 years later, still thinking were 16 years old. I took up golf because I thought it was a great thing we could do together and since Barry is allergic to exercise (he breaks out in a sweat) this sounded like a great option.

Since Ive always been in one sport or another, I figured golf would be a cinch. I walked up to that little ball, brought the big club down, and whacked it. Cupping my eyes I searched for the highflying ball. All I saw was a large piece of dirt and grass traveling in the air as my ball was safely nestled at my feet. My first game of 9 holes was 124. I believe that was a record but "Ripleys Believe It Or Not" was not interested.

So Barry has taken me under his wing and decided he could make me into a star golfer in a few short lessons. We all know husbands idealize their wives and Barry is no different. He figures once is all he has to tell me something and Ill instantly get it. If I dont understand, he says the same thing louder and slower over and over again. You wives all know what Im talking about thats when we all remember our Mothers saying we were to young to get married and should think about it and wondering why we didnt listen.

Here is my list of things Barry has me remember each time I go to hit the ball I call them Barrys 10 Commandments:
Drop the club to your body
Lock your finger
Straighten your left arm
Turn your wrists when bringing the club up
Swing back but not too high
Dip your hip
Watch the ball
Swing straight up
Turn your hips
Keep your gum on the left side of your mouth (thats mine, because if you dont, you get a bad hit. Well file that under superstition)
Now, I really say all these rules before I hit the ball. Everyone thinks Im concentrating, but I'm really reciting Barry's 10 commandments of golf.