My husband is an avid golfer and he has maintained a small journal detailing club selection, yardage, course topography and other helpful tips and tricks gleaned from the countless golf courses and tournaments he’s played in over the years.

I pulled a load of laundry from the dryer this weekend and found a small, curled up sheet of paper with what appeared to show some crude shapes and writing that I couldn’t quite make out. When I handed it to my husband, he groaned in dismay. He’d been looking for his journal and I had just unwittingly discovered where it had been. Sadly for my husband, the remains of all his copious note-taking was found at the bottom of the dryer drum.

He thinks he may be able to salvage some of it but I’m afraid it’s going to take some doing.

I’m no sports analyst nor am I even an avid golfer.  Health problems have prevented me from even carrying up my clubs from the basement this summer.  However, I do like to golf and I have attended my fair share of PGA golf tournaments and enjoy watching golf on TV.

Since Tiger’s fall from grace golf has seen the emergence of a number of worthy contenders — new talent to carry the mantle worn by Tiger in recent years past.  While he has also been plagued by on-going health issues it seems he lost his mojo shortly after the infamous altercation with his wife was made public.  Disclaimer:  Count me as one of several who were both disgusted and appalled by Tiger’s self-destructive behavior.  But the guy has more than paid the price for his transgressions and now, while previously cheering against him following the revelations of his self-centered and narcissistic actions, I now wish him well.  I’m afraid though it may be too late.  In some ways, much like Michael Jackson, another phenomenal talent or the recently deceased Philip Seymour Hoffman, Tiger’s behavior seems to have been his own undoing.  And what a shame that is.

With Tiger’s departure from Sunday tournament play – his signature red shirt glaringly MIA – a new slew of players have injected the game with talent, fun, style and grace:  Matt Kuchar, Jordan Spieth, Bubba Watson, Jason Day, Rory McIlroy, Ricky Fowler and still, thankfully, Phil Mickelson.

I like all of these players and sitting here watching a tight final round of the 2014 PGA Championship (late in the day following a rain delay with several holes yet to play) it’s hard to know who to root for.  I think this is fantastic for golf and great for the fans as well.  I don’t think you need to be an avid golfer or sports analyst to see that!

I am not an athlete. Never have been, most likely never will be. PE was my least favorite class in both junior high and high school. I dreaded those presidential physical fitness awards we were forced to endure each year. I was never able to throw a softball the required distance (far, far from it). I couldn’t run fast enough. I couldn’t do sit-ups very well. Flat out — I was a pretty poor specimen of physical ability, grace and stamina. I accepted my lot in life and never agonized for very long (if at all) at how much I sucked at anything athletic.

Fast forward to my courtship with Bill. He was a star athlete and is good at almost anything sports-related. Because he loves golf I was determined to try, to really TRY to learn. And a funny thing happened along the way. I discovered that when I gave a good, solid effort and listened to my husband’s instructions on how to hold the club, how to swing the club, how to put, how to chip, how to play — when I really tried — I was occasionally rewarded with a decent shot. Not every time of course (golf is frustratingly like that) but enough to make me want to keep at it.

This was a revelation to me. I’ll never be a gifted athlete but to realize that I can participate in a sport, in some kind of physical activity and get something in return for my effort — well, if not life-changing this was pretty darn close.

I recently joined Lifetime Fitness, primarily to take up swimming – again. I reluctantly add the word ‘again’ since I don’t wish to mislead anyone into thinking that I vigorously applied myself to this activity when I was younger. Not true. I enjoyed swimming and going to the pool when I was a kid but as with anything sports-related I never really applied myself. Being a little older and maybe a little wiser I now find myself wanting to try. I swim the 25-yard length of the pool, stop at the wall, and my heart is pounding in my chest. But, strangely, it feels good. Gliding through the water feels amazing. And I keep going. I’m actually applying myself. I’m on the cusp of doing something ATHLETIC. It’s powerful stuff and when Bill picks me up afterwards I’m actually a little giddy.

I’ll never be an athlete but maybe, just maybe I’ll enjoy the effort it takes to work at being one now. And I think that’s pretty neat.