I am just winding down from five amazing days which I got to spend walking around the Whistle Bear Golf Club in Cambridge, Ontario, for the Manulife LPGA Classic. I’m well-tanned around my neck and arms – basically anywhere that wasn’t shielded from the sun!
My survey team and I used iPads to connect with visitors at the event about their experience and motivations for attending. I had the chance to interact with a lot of die-hard golf fans; and, by the end of the week, I was starting to feel that same thrill in my gut as those little white golf balls flew through the air.
I found a certain zen in watching the ladies play their incredible rounds of golf. All around the players, volunteer marshals would raise their arms into the air (in a vision not unlike a priest in church calling his congregation to order) and a complete hush would fall over the crowds.
Wind speeds, distance, and the club itself are all carefully evaluated by the golfer as she prepares to make her move. Finally, she walks boldly up to the golf ball and strikes – her arm a perfect arch as the golf club comes to rest behind her back. It’s poetic, beautiful, and graceful.
As the golf ball moves closer to its end destination in that tiny, distant, and almost invisible hole, tensions rise and the threat of an uneven surface that could roll a ball in the wrong direction becomes even greater. I admired the elaborate and well-maintained courses available at Whistle Bear.
Although I do not think that I will ever become a golfer myself, I would encourage everyone to attend at least one professional golf tournament in their lifetime. It is a peaceful and very contemplative sports experience!