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The ball machine at the driving range spits balls into a small green plastic basket, it rattles and the colleagues seem to change. With this sound, the end of the working day officially begins for them. Until just now, they were still talking about workdays: About problems and conversations that had characterized the past eight hours. That's over now. The colleagues show me some warm-up exercises. As with any sport, you shouldn't hit the ball with cold muscles; strains can quickly end the game before it really begins. The necessity of warming up makes sense to me, but I only participate half-heartedly. After all, I'm only supposed to try it out; it won't put too much strain on my muscles. But my colleagues are attentive. If I didn't sweat at least a little, the risk of injury would be too great. All right, I'll comply, even though it's already annoying.
Play golf? Me? A crackpot idea like no other." - Those were the first thoughts I had when talking to active golfers. The situation was completely unsportsmanlike, because the conversation took place on the premises of a newspaper editorial office. The golfers were colleagues who liked to play a few holes on the nearby golf course after work in the summer. And as they were talking about bringing their "silverware" the next day to hit a few balls in the evening, I happened to be standing there. I sensed the fascination that this sport must have held for them and asked about it. I knew nothing about golf, only the usual prejudices. And that explained my first thoughts when my colleagues asked me if I would like to come along and give it a try.