Playing Chopin for Julie Delpy

The always entertaining and eternally frustrated Larry David has written a great a piece in The New Yorker – ‘Fore’ about his love hate relationship with golf. He has realised he has gone through the same stages of grief that terminal patients experience before dying, except as a golfer.
Then I drifted into the next stage, Depression. I was never going to be good. Never. Think what I could’ve done with all that time. Learned French. Piano. I’d be playing Chopin now if it weren’t for golf. Playing Chopin for Julie Delpy. But instead I wasted my life on this game. It looked so easy. The ball just sits there. Any idiot could do it. But every instinct I had was wrong. You’re supposed to hit the ball down to make it go up. That’s absurd. I want to hit it up to make it go up. When I try to hit down, it’s like I’m splitting a log with an axe. All I do is chop up the course. And then there’s this one: the easier you swing, the farther the ball goes. How can that be? So you hit down to make it go up and swing easy to make it go far?

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  • Hah! That’s gold.. I don’t think someone could have summed it up any better..Fortunately I realised I would always be a hack a long time ago, but that’s not to say my Spanish is getting any better 🙂


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