Golf Stinks!

Well, that didn't take too long. After only 2 days of infatuation & expectation about a new "season" of golf, I left the course today defeated and about 6 golfballs less than when I first got there. They had the back 9 open due to some routine maintainence to the front 9 and there was hardly anyone out there.

No fogeys or foursomes riding my tail right off the bat? Check.

Nice, cool (but cloudy & slightly windy) day? Check.

Good outlook and mood upon arrival? Affirmative.

First ball teed off gets popped straight up and lost out in the open? Oh boy...here we go.

It's unbelievable how I can hit this tiny pill about 150ft. straight up in the air yet if I try to hit it away from me toward the fairway, it visciously slices to the right and into the driving range. Of course, at the bottom of the tee box, there are hundreds of yellow practice balls littering the ground and any chance of me finding 2 white balls in this mess are about as good as Paris Hilton finding herself shopping the clearance aisles at Target.

That means not good...which then means telling myself to drive on and leave a ball that's worth about .75 laying where it's hidden. It'll mean something to the guy who finds it tomorrow morning.

By about the 4th stroke (this is a par 5 hole) I realize that scorekeeping today is a very ambitious thought. No sense in wasting those extra brain cells on simple math. This will be chalked up as an "entertaining, relaxing" morning round...just to work out the kinks.

If my continued play indicated anything, I'm still wound up tighter than those metal ties around your child's toy that are there to help "support" it. BTW, do those things drive any other parent out there absolutely bonkers? Oh, what joy it is to be attempting to unwrap a John Deere tractor for the boy, only to see it's tied down tighter than Fort Knox and he begins to scream he wants his twak-toh!!! Sorry...I digress.

Long (and rather boring) story short, I really stunk it up today. Although it was good to get out and get some fresh air & exercise, not to mention beat the deluge that hit us later this afternoon, it's disheartening to see I'm still pathetic.

I'm speaking only of my golf game here.

Thus, 2 days into the "season", I'm despondant & discouraged, realizing I need to get those lessons going again. But, like the misfit doll on Rudolph used to sing...

"There's always tomorrow, for dreams to come true..."

Oh man. Did I just reference a claymation Christmas cartoon? I really AM pathetic.