Everyone who plays golf with any consistency and enjoys a modicum of success in terms of scoring (like say the mid 80s to mid 90s) knows that there are those days where everything comes together and you “play out of your mind.” Today was not one of those days. Oh. my. god.
I decided to start work early (since I was @workshifting from home) so that I could take off early and go play 9 holes. I also decided to try one of the courses in town I hadn’t played yet: Mount Ogden GC. I’ve been told it’s an extremely tough course. I figured since it was a public muni course that it’s probably a bit of an exaggeration… no… it’s not. If you miss the fairway you’re dead.
In my worst playing days, I maybe lost 5-6 golf balls per 9. Since I’ve drastically improved my game this year, I’m losing about 1 per 9 if that. The average is probably a bit under.
Today: 10. All of the balls in my bag. All of them. I had to BORROW a golf ball from one of the guys I joined up with just to finish the 9th hole. If this were the PGA Tour, I would have a DQ next to my name. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so pissed off.
My new driver: Got one good drive out of it. I drove through a few doglegs into trees. I pulled every iron shot (not sure how I went from a bad slice to a bad hook, so more to keep my head spinning). I chunked my wedges, then bladed the next shot past the hole… Pretty much everything that could have gone wrong did. I should have had a beer before I started, but I wasn’t thinking straight or something.
The only redeeming quality of my game today was my putter. And even then, 2 putts per hole is not that good, just average. And considering I shot a 57 over 9 holes, that meant I average 4.5 strokes per hole BEFORE I pulled out the putter. Horrible, horrible, horrible.
I was going to write about something else tonight, but the two hours of sadistic hell I just went through took precedent. I say at the top that rants and raves may be included on this blog. Forgive my rant, but I have to feel like there are other decent golfers out there who know this kind of pain. The pain associated with a round so terrible and outside the realm of normal for you that you’re not even sure where to place the rage.
I’m not alone on that, right?
I can’t be.
