The golf season is closing down, at least in this neck of the woods. It is getting too cold, and often the leaves on the fairway make it impossible to find your ball.
I know some people play golf right through the Winter, only the snow will stop them. I am not one of those people.
Still, on my last time out I finished really well. I stunk the first two holes, but played the last seven (I usually am a nine hole golfer) at one under par. Yes, I play the old man tees, almost as short as the ladies tees, and it is not a really difficult course, but seven holes at one under par is really good for me.
Then the other day at the range I was hitting really well; far and straight. I think I found my rhythm and a way to keep the good rhythm. I really wanted to try it out on the real course.
The weather turned cold, too cold for me, but last Friday there was a possible open weather window. The temperature was as high as 50 degrees with little wind…I hate the wind, so I almost hit the course for the last time this year.
Then I thought.
“You finished your last round really well. You found something on the range, why not just wait till next year thinking you are on to something and not play one more time and maybe ruin that feeling.”
Reminded me of a story.
I never knew my Grandfather to play golf. He was an expert Bridge player, I think they called it a “Master,” and he also loved fishing. My father told me one story about Grandpa and golf, and knowing my grandpa, I believe it to be true.
When he was young, Grandpa did play from time to time, but he was not very good. On the last time he played, he teed off and hit a really good drive. He reached the green in regulation and two putted for a par. The next hole he hit another really good drive, hit the green on his second shot and dropped a 15 foot putt for a birdie.
After that second hole, Grandpa told the other members of his foursome that he forgot he had a business appointment and had to leave the course.
He had no such appointment. Grandpa just knew when to quit. I don’t believer he ever played again.
I’m not quite the same “quit-while-you’re-ahead” player my Grandfather was, but I do think I’ll spend this Winter thinking I can actually play the game.
The clubs are going into the storage room.
For those that may give a dang:
Par - The score (number of strokes to get the frigggin ball in the hole) good golfers are expected to make
Birdy - One under par, the score really good golfers are expected to make (from time to time)
Bogey - One over par, a good score for bad golfers
Eagle - Two under par, a score only pros or lairs make.
Albatross - Three under par, a score pros may dream of, but only liars ever get.