The game of golf is an unpredictable sport. Not only can your scores differ greatly from week to week or even day to day, but if you are not careful suffering scattered results within a single round is not uncommon.
Very frustrating to say the least, but that's often what the wonderful game of golf is all about. You against mother nature and her inclement moods.
So with that introduction, let me try and explain what happened to me this afternoon. The stormy weather, high winds and gusts of hard rain pellets stinging my face surely didn't make life easier. This is how the erratic nine holes went:
Double, eagle, double, par, par, birdie, bogie, triple and double for an unimpressive forty-three.
Wow, an eagle on hole two. That was a nice surprise.
On my second shot, I lofted a nine iron to the left of the flag to compensate for the wind blowing from left to right. Indeed, the ball came down drifting to the right as expected and landed right next to the flag. Since the green is elevated I could not see where the ball had stopped, but I knew that it was very close.
Turns out it actually rolled nicely into the hole without me seeing it, which after the awful double on the first hole put me at even par.
Seven wet and windy holes later, I was putting on the ninth green. It started to hail so hard that I missed my bouncing putt for my noble efforts.
That's when I decided to call it a day and walk back up to the clubhouse for a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream as a reward for my suffering.
