Watched a golf movie last night – “Arthur Newman.” It came to the theaters about 6 months ago. (I’d never heard of it).
It’s not really a golf movie, but it is a movie about an ex-Tour player (not a real player – this is a movie). This main character – played by Colin Firth – is about 45, divorced, works at Fed-Ex, and has zero relationship with his son.
So, he decides to fake his death and drive to Indiana where he has a job as a Teaching Pro waiting for him at a country club. Hiding out in a sleazy Florida motel after assuming his new identity as “Arthur Newman,” he rescues an overdosed, crazy 25 year old girl.
Here we go: mid-life crisis road trip with the hot chick. No, it’s a better movie than that … but Hollywood can’t help being Hollywood.
Of course they have fun adventures which lead to their romance … and of course everything blows up and they have to face-up to their responsibilities back home.
But that’s ok. That’s what we all have to do. Hopefully we don’t freak out and fake our own death … but we still need to have fun while living fairly responsible lives. Balance isn’t always easy, and getting too far out of balance can lead to over-reaction.
The poor guy had stopped playing golf. Don’t let this happen to you.
GM and Head Golf Professional