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You've passed your golf course entrance exam, completed your membership, and received your DGV card. Now nothing stands in the way of my golf career. With all my freshly acquired knowledge and skills (a big word for my bungling on the course), I wanted to quickly improve the club target of 54, which is not officially called a "handicap" until 36. Easier said than done.
The practical exam round for the Platzreife is almost complete. It didn't go well, but not so badly that I had to set myself up for a repetition. Now I'm standing on the last green, with exactly one stroke left to pass the golf course license test. The upcoming putt is not impossible, but also not easy to make. Full concentration is now the order of the day.
The circumstances are immediately familiar: After we have struggled out of bed early Saturday morning and dragged ourselves to the golf course, we are again greeted - just as at the beginning of the course - by light fog and unpleasant coolness.
Even before I held a golf club in my hand for the first time, there were friends who wanted to proselytize me for the game on the long courses. One very special couple once took me out for a round. I was just a spectator, but quickly got an impression of how much the game with the small ball is subject to special rules.
It is a foggy and unpleasantly cool spring morning when the golf course license course begins. If these are the conditions that accompany a golfer in his hobby, then it should be a short pleasure for the members of our group. After all, everyone already has the pictures in their mind's eye that show a glorious summer afternoon, where one has to look for a place in the shade rather than put on a thick and warming jacket. But we are far away from that at the moment.
The keyword "golf course license" has now come up several times. Conversations with golf-playing colleagues always boiled down to this, because: "without a license to play the game is only possible to a very limited extent".
When I stand on a teeing ground for the first time, tee up the ball and look at the distant green, I still feel strange. Is this me? What am I doing here? And why? It will take some time before this very spot on the tee of the first hole will give me the inner peace that I have come to love.
My colleagues grinned at me meaningfully when I came on duty one morning. At first I didn't understand, but the hints soon shed light: After work, they would go out on the course again, play a few holes - and I would be there. Yes, I had agreed and now I couldn't go back.