Every once in a while you need to just get down and have a blast. I haven’t played much golf for many years. For one, I hurt my neck in an automobile accident, and two, I have a wife and four children who believe money for dinner is more important than money for dad to chase a ball around a course while seeking the ever illusive cup.
Well, recently I broke out. That’s right. Breakout Summer 2010. I picked up the old clubs and ………. I was terrible. One good thing is that I didn’t have to look for my ball out in the woods or in the deep rough. Nope. I couldn’t hit it that far.
Discouraged? No way. The talented men with whom I teed up, were almost as bad as me. From what I can tell, bad loves company.
Back in the real world, after the round, we were all about 80 percent better than we actually were. My 3 foot putt somehow grew to a 38 footer with rocks, multiple levels of green, and hurricane force winds.
By the way, Bishop Bill and I, after a long and difficult struggle, snatched victory from the highly talented team of Tommy and Dale. No, we didn’t win. We tied. That’s much better than losing.
