That’s right, the weekend every man dreams of and every woman looks forward to. That’s right ladies, we’re on to your syndical, mind twisting, psych games you love to play on our simple loving minds. For example: Don’t worry about me while you’re off having fun and doing all sorts of things with your buddies while I sit at home by myself bored to tears. On the other hand, I’ll be fine don’t worry about me while wishing you would take me somewhere. Don’t fall for it guys they are just trying to put a guilt trip on us. It’s their job. I truly believe they have been trained since birth to react this way. In reality, they already made plans and cannot wait to see our tail hit the door. Pedicures, hair color, massages and of course, dinner with the girls has been planned for weeks. The cat’s out of the bag Ladies’
I’m very fortunate to participate in such a weekend every year at Lake Oconee where several distinguished friends of mine have a house on this gorgeous lake with the most amazing views and spectacular golf courses. Even if I did want to stay home with my beautiful wife (yes, I’m trying to recover from opening statement), I couldn’t due to having to defend my past championship. So looking forward to not only defending my championship but at the same time earn a little $$$ from my good buddy Scott. NOT!!! I even went as far as playing a practice round the day before the tournament and after 8 bogies’ in a row managed to hit 76. So I’m feeling comfortable about defending this great championship NOT!!! Again.
We played The Oconee course, which is the Ritz Carlton’s golf course and one of my favorite. Well after paring the first hole I jumped on that bogie train. This train must have been moving awful fast because I could not jump off. Although no one cocked it, my best guess it was running at least 84 because that’s what I shot. Pitiful is a great word for it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve not really felt like playing this stupid game, shot lights out, or other times where I looked so forward to playing such a nice golf course to then play like doo doo.(profanity is not an option in this fine newsletter). Like my Dad say’s “That’s Golf Son.”
I like you after having a bad round and swear you’re going to sell your clubs, take up fishing or gardening or some other thing you were not good at; start to critique our game. Do I need new clubs? Maybe it’s my shoes. Am I playing the right ball? Speaking of balls. Do you think the pro’s play the same balls we play? Not always. On any given week on the PGA tour, about a third of the field uses a tweaked version of the balls consumers can buy. Another cat out of the bag.
Here’s a thought. Spend more time on the range , the practice green, or the chipping area. This will not only save you a lot of $$$ on the newest and greatest technology, it provides great exercise not only for your body but most important between the ears. In closing, I know it may be a few weeks late but–
Happy Fathers Day – Dad Lets Go Play Golf!
Till next tee time