I know, it’s too hot to be playing golf, but I have to get some exercise somehow, and if I go early in the morning, it’s tolerable. So I did!
I went out Monday and played eighteen holes, then did it again Tuesday. I played a short, nine-hole course, where par is 66, and I shot 82 Monday, and 86 Tuesday. The bad news is it seems the more I play, the worse I get. As a result, I’ve decided golf is like riding a bicycle, only different.
You know, the old saying about how once you learn to ride a bike, you never forget how. Well, I think the same is true of golf, and it seems after I’ve not played for a while (it’s been a couple of years), I seem to go about things in an auto-pilot sort of way, and do pretty well. The trouble always begins when I start thinking. I’ll be hitting the ball well, making a par here and there, and then I’ll decide I can do better, and start trying to improve my swing.
This time around, it’s been a slow falling apart, but I can feel the wheels wobbling. It’s only a matter of time before my brain completely destroys that natural (not anything to brag about, just natural) flow I had going, and I do a cartwheel into solid double bogey land. Trust me, folks; I’ve been down this road before.
But, like I said, I’m just in it for the exercise (uh-huh), and my score is of little consequence. And besides, I’m playing alone, so my score can pretty much be whatever I decide it will be; especially when I don’t really care what it is. In fact, I’ll go ahead and fess-up to the fact that in both the aforementioned rounds, there might have been an extra mulligan, a few do-overs, and more than a couple of daily lies. So, yes, that 82 might have been a 92, and the 86 might have been a 106, but all’s fair when nobody’s looking, right?
And before any of you golfing purists start tilting your head and looking down your nose at me, I probably should mention that it was Frisbee golf.