Of course I love this one! And I'm assuming it was only because you want to keep these posts short that you neglected to talk about how, after the adrenaline rush of the first two holes (on which we made par and just missed a couple of birdie putts) we both fell apart for the next few holes and then somehow rallied to put together a very good back nine and finish birdie-par-birdie. Very proud of our resilience. And as I reminded the author today, while we did finish dead last in our flight, we were not not the worst twosome in the entire field. So, yay, us!
Such a great story, especially about you and your dad. There are things that gives me an adrenaline rush, but competition scares me. I want to lie down on the ground and say, count me as the loser now. Then I can relax. I used to get an adrenaline rush when a really complicated scene came up for me to direct. IF I planned it well, it was like heaven. Parts fitting together and then action! If it didn't;t go well, panic. Both times adrenaline.
My fiancé is the same way! Hates competition and I’m convinced humanity falls into this who like competition and those who don’t and there isn’t anything in between
I was never an athlete. So the thought of hitting as golf ball under pressure is insane. I would choke, hit a spectator, accidentally fling my club, etc. But get me in Vegas, and I'm at blackjack across from the dealer and I want to BEAT HIS ASS. To take his wormy face and send him home crying all night because I made so much money off of him. So a little competition is a good thing, wherever you can find it.
Travel has always been my number one adrenaline inducer. For me, exiting an airport ready to explore a new or favorite locale really gets my juices flowing (figuratively speaking of course).
Love this story! I am so immature I had to pick a career where everything I did had a winner and a loser. Always felt like high school basketball and I loved every minute of it! Nothing warms my heart like playing with my sons. Love the way you and your Dad love each other and are so connected. Good on you both for fighting thru adversity and competing together! Nice drive! 👊
Being onstage, when I know I have that audience in the palm of hand. I can't do it anymore - the memory is shot. But I got to play some great mature woman parts: Trip to Bountiful at Theater on the Lake in Chicago, Look Homeward Angel - oh my God what a great part!, The Madwoman of Chaillot in Dear World (my only adult musical) - and others. But what I remember is that rush. Nirvana.
A great memory: It was the closing matinee of a play called Independence. I played an unstable mother with three complicated daughters- all the parts are excellent. But my husband's family was coming to see me onstage. I was sooo nervous! My "daughters" hadn't seen me nervous since opening night. Shall we say my Chicago South side in-law-laws weren't very sophisticated, and ahem - can I say? - a little bigoted. One of my sisters-in-law was an artist, an award-winning gardener, a master seamstress. Achieving that level or art on the South Side of Chicago is rare. She loved when we got together. I digress - This play was raw, there's a lesbian daughter. I. Was. Terrified. I was a total mess.
But I hit my stride. When you don't have to think about a thing: the play is in your voice, your body, your soul and the play lives through you. You are flying. I just did my show.
Jerry's family LOVED it so much! They completely forgot it was me on the stage. For the rest of their lives, they begged me to do another play. My sister-in-law said she'd fly in from Massachusetts, and she was dying of cancer.
I tell this story because performances like that extend that nirvana, that glorious rush, for immensely long times. It's bigger than just memory - you experience it all over again. I tell the story, and that glow, that rush comes alive in me like it's brand new. Now THAT'S a performance!
I hope I didn't bore all of you. But it was an opportunity to go back to that magical day. Indulge a old lady.
Of course I love this one! And I'm assuming it was only because you want to keep these posts short that you neglected to talk about how, after the adrenaline rush of the first two holes (on which we made par and just missed a couple of birdie putts) we both fell apart for the next few holes and then somehow rallied to put together a very good back nine and finish birdie-par-birdie. Very proud of our resilience. And as I reminded the author today, while we did finish dead last in our flight, we were not not the worst twosome in the entire field. So, yay, us!
That’s the challenge of writing 500 word essays, you gotta pick your battles!
It was a treat to be a part of it!
Such a great story, especially about you and your dad. There are things that gives me an adrenaline rush, but competition scares me. I want to lie down on the ground and say, count me as the loser now. Then I can relax. I used to get an adrenaline rush when a really complicated scene came up for me to direct. IF I planned it well, it was like heaven. Parts fitting together and then action! If it didn't;t go well, panic. Both times adrenaline.
My fiancé is the same way! Hates competition and I’m convinced humanity falls into this who like competition and those who don’t and there isn’t anything in between
I was never an athlete. So the thought of hitting as golf ball under pressure is insane. I would choke, hit a spectator, accidentally fling my club, etc. But get me in Vegas, and I'm at blackjack across from the dealer and I want to BEAT HIS ASS. To take his wormy face and send him home crying all night because I made so much money off of him. So a little competition is a good thing, wherever you can find it.
Oooo I absolutely get this, there’s nothing like going on a heater at the black jack table with a bunch of friends (old ones or new ones)!
Not the Orange Whip head!
Don’t worry, I emailed their customer service and they’re sending me a new one!
Travel has always been my number one adrenaline inducer. For me, exiting an airport ready to explore a new or favorite locale really gets my juices flowing (figuratively speaking of course).
That really is an exhilarating feeling when you’ve just arrived and have a whole trip in front of you!
The best!
Exploring new places, yes! Great adrenaline rush.
The fact that you played with your dad and had a blast means that you won! And the only shot that REALLY counted was your drive on #1.
We really did win, and we didn’t come in with any expectations which is the best way to do it.
I love this post. Might be my new favorite of yours.
Thank you!!
THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A RUSH. That’s what horror movies are for!
Bad rush bad rush! Too scary!
Love this story! I am so immature I had to pick a career where everything I did had a winner and a loser. Always felt like high school basketball and I loved every minute of it! Nothing warms my heart like playing with my sons. Love the way you and your Dad love each other and are so connected. Good on you both for fighting thru adversity and competing together! Nice drive! 👊
I get it! Nothing makes you feel more alive than winners and losers!
Being onstage, when I know I have that audience in the palm of hand. I can't do it anymore - the memory is shot. But I got to play some great mature woman parts: Trip to Bountiful at Theater on the Lake in Chicago, Look Homeward Angel - oh my God what a great part!, The Madwoman of Chaillot in Dear World (my only adult musical) - and others. But what I remember is that rush. Nirvana.
A great memory: It was the closing matinee of a play called Independence. I played an unstable mother with three complicated daughters- all the parts are excellent. But my husband's family was coming to see me onstage. I was sooo nervous! My "daughters" hadn't seen me nervous since opening night. Shall we say my Chicago South side in-law-laws weren't very sophisticated, and ahem - can I say? - a little bigoted. One of my sisters-in-law was an artist, an award-winning gardener, a master seamstress. Achieving that level or art on the South Side of Chicago is rare. She loved when we got together. I digress - This play was raw, there's a lesbian daughter. I. Was. Terrified. I was a total mess.
But I hit my stride. When you don't have to think about a thing: the play is in your voice, your body, your soul and the play lives through you. You are flying. I just did my show.
Jerry's family LOVED it so much! They completely forgot it was me on the stage. For the rest of their lives, they begged me to do another play. My sister-in-law said she'd fly in from Massachusetts, and she was dying of cancer.
I tell this story because performances like that extend that nirvana, that glorious rush, for immensely long times. It's bigger than just memory - you experience it all over again. I tell the story, and that glow, that rush comes alive in me like it's brand new. Now THAT'S a performance!
I hope I didn't bore all of you. But it was an opportunity to go back to that magical day. Indulge a old lady.
I love this story! Thank you for sharing <3
Thanks, young friend!