While prodigies prosper, my golf game gets ghastly: The simultaneously inspiring yet discouraging story of Latanna Stone
July 26th, 2012 by Chris Humpherys
“My son is better at this than I’ve ever been at anything in my life. He’s better at this than you’ll ever be, at anything. My son has a gift. He has a gift, and when you acknowledge that, then maybe we will have something to talk about.”
- Joe Mantegna, Searching for Bobby Fischer
- Jeremy Piven, Grosse Pointe Blank
Man, this sucks.
I don’t get it. I sweat, and toil, and drink, and sweat, and toil, and drink some more. I chip. I putt. Sure, not as much as I should, but the bottom line is, I can’t crack mid-80s in my golf game even if the planets were perfectly aligned and my soon-to-be-lake-dwelling Callaways had pin-seeking, GPS devices planted within them.
So when I hear stories like the one below, I don’t know whether to be encouraged or to give the game up altogether.
I was sitting peacefully on my couch the other evening, watching my usual slate of ESPN programming, when I found out that Latanna Stone, a 10-year old girl from Brandon, Florida, that’s right, a 10-YEAR OLD GIRL, who lives only a golf course distance away from my home, had just qualified for the U.S. Women’s Amateur.
She shot a 70.
I’ve shot 70 before… after completing 13 holes. Sometimes after 15 if I’m hitting them straight.
I don’t take my golf game too seriously. I mean, why would I? I’m out there mostly for the sun, the fun and the camaraderie. But ten? TEN?!? It’s enough to make me question why I’m even out there in the first place, or at least inspire me to leave my clubs in the trunk of my car where they probably belong. It takes a strong man to opt for self-reflection and cheap greens fees.
I didn’t even know what golf WAS when I was ten years old, never mind a green-in-regulation. I do now after playing the sport casually for nearly twenty years, which is incidentally twice Latanna’s age. Ugh, don’t remind me.
She can’t drive. She can’t drink. She can’t drink and drive. Suddenly, I need a drink… and a golf lesson. I can’t even concentrate right now I’m so upset. Have I mentioned this young lady shot a 70? I may NEVER shoot a 70… or even 80 for that matter.
I guess it’s time for me to accept my mediocrity in a game that, to Latanna, comes so naturally.
Does Stone’s success suddenly create a spike in weekend warriors across America or do golfers everywhere, still struggling to lower their handicap, hang up their spikes once and for all? One thing’s for certain. As her celebrity grows, she’ll have a fan base of middle-aged men coming to greet her, awkwardly standing in awe, asking for her autograph, as she reminds them of their own mortality.
All we can do as sports fans is wish Latanna the best, whether or not golf is the path in life she chooses. I’m not resentful, I’m just average. And that’s okay.
Now if you’ll excuse me, the driving range is calling.