I have twin godsons, whom I love dearly. And they seem to like me well enough as well, especially since I've always been the rough-housing Nino who could pick them up, toss them around, etc.
The older one, A, reminds me a lot of me at that age. Big, husky, athletic, sneaky. Heh. He's always been the one into sports — he loves throwing and hitting baseballs, playing catch with a football, or even just tossing a Frisbee back and forth.
His latest fascination is golf. Yay!
His dad, my pare', takes him to the range now and then, and I've been along a few times. The little (big) guy is a hitting machine. Place ball on mat. Hit. Repeat ... through the whole bucket. Sometimes he takes a break to guzzle a gatorade.
For Christmas, I got him a junior golf set. Bag, clubs, balls. He didn't seem too excited when he opened it, and I have to admit I was a little disappointed in that. But I found out the next day it was because he thought he'd opened one of his dad's or uncles' gifts -- he never thought he'd get something like that. When he got home that night (early Christmas morning; their family tradition is opening gifts at the grandparents' house on Christmas Eve), "Santa" brought him a cute little golf glove. He was SOOOO stoked.
On his birthday, just a couple weeks later, I got him a cute golf shirt and some junior golf shoes that fit him perfectly. Even MORE stoked.
Every time his dad went out to play a game of golf on a real couse, instead of the driving range, he would ask if he could come along.
And earlier today, Sunday morning Guam time, he got his wish. His mom would only let his dad go out if we took along A, which we'd been planning to do for some time. So we went to this open, easy course where you're allowed to drive the cart on the course (most restrict you to the cart path).
He had a blast! They got there a little before me and had their cart all loaded up and he was soooooo psyched to get out on the course.
"Hurry Nino!" ... LOL
He takes the club back a bit too far, then stops it way past where he should take it, so he has trouble connecting on a regular basis, but he's still young and will learn more. His mom is considering lessons for him, since he's so into it.
We'd let him hit some, then pick up his ball and drop it near his dad's or mine so we wouldn't hold anyone up -- and we finished in less than four hours, which means we did a good job of keeping up the pace.
Toward the end of the day, he started connecting a little better and more often, sometimes smacking it a good 50 or 60 yards down the fairway ... or sideways along the fairway. But then again, his dad and I did too -- we're not the best golfers. LOL
He also started doing really well on the greens, especially the last two holes using my Odyssey Two Ball putter (a $180 putter that I got from his parents on Christmas). He actually holed a few putts from around six to eight feet, and lipped out a few.
"Dad, I like Nino's," he said at the end of the 18th. Luckily, they sell knockoffs for a lot cheaper than $180! LOL
This is the kind of day it was. Clear, bright, sunny, almost no wind. A perfect day for a round of golf, especially one with the godson. All in all, it was a great morning. Me and his dad had fun, and I shot 91, and A had a ton of fun as well.We're going to try to make it as regular an occurence as possible.
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ALSO:
• New photo with cool photoshop trick up over at DZER's Guam Pics.
Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• Admiral Nimitz Golf Course (where we played today), is one of the older golf courses on Guam. It was built by the Navy for the military, but over the years they opened it up to civilian play. The course holds the world record for the longest double eagle (3 under par), when a Navy officer holed out his second shot on the 647-yard long par-5 second hole.





