I went and walked 9 holes at daylight yesterday. I've had some stuff on my mind and needed some time to myself. I played moderately bad until I got to the 7th hole, a par 3. Then the unspeakable happened, I shanked 4 straight balls OB from the tee box...yeah, 4. After I lost nearly $20 worth of balls, I finally found the face of my 7 iron and hit the ball in a bunker. Then I shanked that shot into another bunker. I splashed that shot on the green and 2 putted for a 13. I was so mad I could've slapped my mother. I did finish the 9 holes. Then I went to the club house drank a bloody mary and ate a burger. Then bought 5 bags of range balls and hit every single ball with that 7 iron.
Dead tired, I went home. I walk in the door and my wife asks why I haven't been answering my phone. I had left it at the golf course sitting on a bench at the driving range. Then, on my way back to the course, which is 20 miles away, I got a $163 speeding ticket for going 69 in a 55.
Today, I look back on yesterday as almost comical, almost. Actually, it was more like a bad dream.
Dead tired, I went home. I walk in the door and my wife asks why I haven't been answering my phone. I had left it at the golf course sitting on a bench at the driving range. Then, on my way back to the course, which is 20 miles away, I got a $163 speeding ticket for going 69 in a 55.
Today, I look back on yesterday as almost comical, almost. Actually, it was more like a bad dream.