Hold onto your clubs, it is time to come along and gather for some golf escapes - A wild ride through the years. Being a lefty in a right-handed world is just the start of the ball rolling in this unusual journey.

My first golfing incidents were a blend of anticipation and awkwardness. Imagine a young, hazel, wide-eyed lefty, barely tall enough to see over the countertop at the pro shop, clutching a set of hand-me-down clubs that felt more like alien technology than sporting paraphernalia. That was me, prepared to take on the golfing world... or at least the local municipal course.

"Keep your eyeball on the golf ball," I would hear them shout, right before they would smack their own shots into sand traps. " Observe me, forget what I am doing." This comment would develop into a statement I would often snicker at, typically followed by deep-rooted laughter of golfers echoing amidst the green.

I was trained that golf, identical to life, has its ups and downs, like a roller coaster. Every so often you find yourself in the rough or a sand trap, sometimes you're on the green, the goal is wherever the ball lands you must play it. These chunks of insight stuck with me, influence not just my golf game, but my outlook on life.

As I grew older (and taller – finally able to see over that pro shop counter without standing on tiptoes), my love for the game only grew stronger. Each round became an adventure, a chance to challenge myself and learn something new. When I grew up (taller – [6' 1" to be exact] finally able to see over that pro shop counter without standing on tiptoes), my golfing partners evolved too. Enter the love of my life, my future wife, who decided to join me on the course one fateful day.

Now, I should mention that my dear wife is what you might call... directionally challenged when it comes to golf balls. Her shots had a mind of their own, often embarking on exciting adventures into the nearby woods. We quickly learned to yell "Fore!" not just as a warning, but as a battle cry.

We called it the "Rickshaw Ricochet" – a move so unique it deserved its own trademark. Other golfers would stop and stare, wondering if we were playing golf or conducting a symphonic orchestration of woodland percussion.

My wife, bless her spirit, was nothing if not determined. "I intended for the ball to fly off that way" she would proclaim, marching into the trees to find her ball, which resulted in a path of bewildered spectators.

As our golfing journey continued, we stumbled upon an unexpected solution to our... unconventional playing styles. One day, after a particularly vigorous "Rickshaw Ricochet" session, my wife turned to me and said, "You know what? I think I'd make a better caddy than a golfer."

She would march down the fairway, golf bag draped over her shoulder, doling out insight like a pint-sized Yoda. "Judge me by my size, do you?" she would joke, effortlessly outpacing me as I wheezed and puffed following after her.

Her chic caddying style was... unique. Instead of just passing me clubs, she would bestow each one with a wave, like a magician unveiling the ace of spades. "Your loyal five-iron, good sir," she would proclaim in an artificial British accent, "May it serve you great fortune in your mission to master the elusive par."

There is real kicker – her zeal was contagious. Even on days when my swing felt more like a rusty garden gate than a smooth-running machine, her steadfast encouragement kept me going. "You've got this, lefty!" she would shout, possibly loud enough for the next county to hear.

Our golfing adventures became well-known amongst our friends. "How is the dynamic duo doing today?" As they gathered round, zealous to hear our latest updated stories of on-course shenanigans. We were like golf course cryptids – often spoke about, hardly seen, but leaving a stream of laughter (and a random divot) in our wake.

I realized that these unusual golf escapes have fashioned not just my golfing journey, but my viewpoints on life. Golf is a game that would remind someone of a roller coaster with its unpredictable twists and turns. Once in a while you hit the ball straight down the fairway, then the time you swing you are in the rough. But with the appropriate partner by your side - every round becomes an enchanting adventure.

So, what is the meaning of this rambling tale, you ask? Well, for starters, never take too lightly the power of a left-handed swing. It may not be standard, but it keeps things interesting. Secondly, accept the unexpected. Some of the best memories come from those "Rickshaw Ricochet" moments when everything happens the exact opposite from what it is meant to be.

The game of Golf is certainly not about perfection. It is about the journey, the laughter, and the people you share it with. Whether you are a veteran or a beginner just trying to understand which is your pitching wedge from your putter, there is a thrill to be discovered in every swing.

Next time you are on the golf course, and you see a lefty with a pint-sized caddy, share a wave. Between the two of us we do not have the greatest scores or golfing stance, but I can assure you we are having the time of our lives! Isn't that what it is all about?

Now, if you will pardon me, I hear the fairway calling. It is time to grab my clubs, find my trusty caddy, and embark on another golfing quest. Fore! - TonyG.