Swing and a Miss

This was a big week for Jarvis -- and QB. QB took his first ever golf lessons. It was a week-long class that met for an hour each day before camp. To say Jarv has been looking forward to this rite of passage since the moment QB was conceived would probably not be an overstatement. All he's ever wanted is someone to play ball with -- or golf, or bike. So far, Jarv and QB haven't really gotten on the same athletic wavelength. QB loves swimming, Jarv lives for golf. QB played soccer, Jarv was once pretty good at basketball (way back when he had a good knee, a decent back, and a functioning right toe).

Finally, they might just share a passion. Jarv has been envisioning long, sunny Saturdays spent on the course with his pal. They'd go for lunch afterward at the clubhouse, have a few burgers and cokes and rehash war stories.

(Tony, our wise-cracking neighbor, asked if QB would be bringing a book to golf lessons, as he did when they went to the baseball game recently. No, he did not, thankyouverymuch.)

So Monday, it sounded like the golf lesson went well. They learned some basics: hand position, various swings, stance. That night at dinner I asked the kids the usual: What was your best thing today? What was your worst thing? QB's best was beach camp. And as for his worst? You know what's coming, don't you?

That would be golf. Not that he didn't like it, mind you, he had a great day all the way around. But if he had to choose a least favorite, that would be it.

Poor Jarv.