I went to play golf this afternoon here: The Frog
I started my day recovering from a Friday of too many cold ones and not enough sleep. I went to do a golf supply check and immediately chuckled when I saw my bag still had the Madjack Sports Group from Belterra's.
Had it been that long since I played? Are people really supposed to be able to eat 15 pounds of crab legs? Was I still drunk from the night before? Questions... in need of answers I snuck out of the house and promised to be home by eight tonight and for her to enjoy her day... (PF Chang's was the trade off on my return.)
But back to the tale of my day. So it's 74 and beautiful. The kind of day where there's a steady breeze and all your jokes are getting real laughs. All my tee shots on the range are going to the correct flag as aimed instead of some other one that I usually pretend I was aiming towards even though no one gives a shit...
So this year is going to be different. I'm breaking into the 80s again. This year. Swinging easier and clubbing down. Spine angle. Correct grip. Aligning properly when addressing the ball.
A new year.
I swing the club with a smile, andthe season begins.
Later I walk into the pro shop, my round complete and ask What's the course record for The Frog, I believe I may have just crushed it. Melanie looks over intrigued and says it's 16 or so below par. A knucklehead in my group immediately responds to her statement, No he's looking at most strokes allowed, he just shot a 115.
Can't wait until next season...
I started my day recovering from a Friday of too many cold ones and not enough sleep. I went to do a golf supply check and immediately chuckled when I saw my bag still had the Madjack Sports Group from Belterra's.
Had it been that long since I played? Are people really supposed to be able to eat 15 pounds of crab legs? Was I still drunk from the night before? Questions... in need of answers I snuck out of the house and promised to be home by eight tonight and for her to enjoy her day... (PF Chang's was the trade off on my return.)
But back to the tale of my day. So it's 74 and beautiful. The kind of day where there's a steady breeze and all your jokes are getting real laughs. All my tee shots on the range are going to the correct flag as aimed instead of some other one that I usually pretend I was aiming towards even though no one gives a shit...
So this year is going to be different. I'm breaking into the 80s again. This year. Swinging easier and clubbing down. Spine angle. Correct grip. Aligning properly when addressing the ball.
A new year.
I swing the club with a smile, andthe season begins.
Later I walk into the pro shop, my round complete and ask What's the course record for The Frog, I believe I may have just crushed it. Melanie looks over intrigued and says it's 16 or so below par. A knucklehead in my group immediately responds to her statement, No he's looking at most strokes allowed, he just shot a 115.
Can't wait until next season...