I'm completely battered and bruised after one of lousiest rounds of golf yesterday.
The round started out just fine with a series of pars and bogies until the eighth where a massive drive went too far and landed in the bunker that no one should be able to reach in one shot. The ball lay just under the front lip, but I became greedy and thought I could hammer a good seven iron to the green. Of course, when I hit it the ball nicked the lip and skirted off to the right into the water hazard. I dropped my penalty shot and shanked the next one into the same water just a couple yards from the previous splash. Then I hacked an eight iron to the left of the green, chipped short and two putted for an amazing nine.
It didn't end there.
On the most difficult hole of the courser, which is a narrow par five dogleg to the left, I sliced my tee shot out of bounds. I topped my second shot and it rolled into the trees on the left. I attempted a low four iron through the trees, but of course hit the tree bulls-eye right in front of me and the ball bounced straight downwards between two thick roots. I hit another low four iron and this time it flew perfectly through the trees but hit the sand trap rake coming down and ricocheted into the sand. I caught the sand shot thinly and the ball flew over the green onto the cart path. To make a painful long story short, I ended up with a nine there also.
I felt like giving up golf altogether and either tossing my clubs into the nearby lake or giving them away to someone more deserving of this fine game than I. I felt like taking my clubs one by one and breaking the shafts across my knee. I felt like taking all of my golf balls and putting a torch to them. I felt like taking my favorite putter and wedging it into the side of my head.
However, after a good night of sleep has saved me again. The itch is coming back good and strong and the spirit of golf is consuming me again. Meaning that I'm going to give golf one more try this afternoon, just in case. Am I insane? Did that knock to my head with my favorite putter cause some kind of permanent damage? Can I afford losing so many balls again? What kind of addiction is this that hurts you so bad, completely destroys your sense of good worth, and then makes you keep coming back for more?
The sweet game of golf.
The round started out just fine with a series of pars and bogies until the eighth where a massive drive went too far and landed in the bunker that no one should be able to reach in one shot. The ball lay just under the front lip, but I became greedy and thought I could hammer a good seven iron to the green. Of course, when I hit it the ball nicked the lip and skirted off to the right into the water hazard. I dropped my penalty shot and shanked the next one into the same water just a couple yards from the previous splash. Then I hacked an eight iron to the left of the green, chipped short and two putted for an amazing nine.
It didn't end there.
On the most difficult hole of the courser, which is a narrow par five dogleg to the left, I sliced my tee shot out of bounds. I topped my second shot and it rolled into the trees on the left. I attempted a low four iron through the trees, but of course hit the tree bulls-eye right in front of me and the ball bounced straight downwards between two thick roots. I hit another low four iron and this time it flew perfectly through the trees but hit the sand trap rake coming down and ricocheted into the sand. I caught the sand shot thinly and the ball flew over the green onto the cart path. To make a painful long story short, I ended up with a nine there also.
I felt like giving up golf altogether and either tossing my clubs into the nearby lake or giving them away to someone more deserving of this fine game than I. I felt like taking my clubs one by one and breaking the shafts across my knee. I felt like taking all of my golf balls and putting a torch to them. I felt like taking my favorite putter and wedging it into the side of my head.
However, after a good night of sleep has saved me again. The itch is coming back good and strong and the spirit of golf is consuming me again. Meaning that I'm going to give golf one more try this afternoon, just in case. Am I insane? Did that knock to my head with my favorite putter cause some kind of permanent damage? Can I afford losing so many balls again? What kind of addiction is this that hurts you so bad, completely destroys your sense of good worth, and then makes you keep coming back for more?
The sweet game of golf.
