Golfinger.

I never liked golf. I remember making fun of my dad and asking him why he didn't play a "real sport".

But lately I've been getting interested, and figured out that the game is a lot more skillful and challenging than it seems. I've wanted to learn how to play since last year, but then life got in the way. (Gosh, I sound like one of those old farts who play gol...I mean...well...moving on...)

So when a friend invited me to a driving range last week, my hands began shaking with excitement, and I was beside myself with euphoria, and...just kidding, I said "Sure, okay, why not?"in a very casual manner. 

This isn't just any driving range though. It's the Chelsea Pier, an immense multi-storeyed netted structure sticking out into the Hudson River, giving you a beautiful view as you, well, in my case...suck at golf. 

I stepped up, took my stance, kept my knees bent and my elbows straight...and missed. More than a few times. Got frustrated, contemplated giving up, and then decided to try one more shot. 

And it happened. I swung, and watched it go sailing through the air in a perfect arc with just the right elevation, landing about 50 metres away. 

I'm talking about my 9 Iron, of course. The ball stayed at my feet. Got a few high-fives from bystanders for that one. 

But the nice people at the pretty driving range gave me a new club and I managed to actually hit the ball a few times with it! 

So all in all it was a good maiden golfing thingy. My number one takeaway - Launch your first club into outer space, the second one they give you will work wonders. 

Maybe next time I'll use the 5 Iron. From what I understand, that one goes even further!