My golf game has suffered this year. That’s what having a 2-year-old son, a lovely bride, several jobs, a new hobby (hopefully business) passion, and about 20 websites will do. For many years I’ve managed to be able to squeeze in four rounds of golf per week during golf season here in northern Utah. This is about half the year. At four rounds per week I can get enough reps (me and Tiger) in to get my handicap to around the one range.
Lately though, I’ve been at one nine hole round and one 18 hole round per week. Yes, cry me a river. First world problems. No need to comment.
With that little play or practice I can’t expect to play at the highest level. Today I played 18 holes and tried to keep that in mind, not getting too mad if I didn’t hit as many solid shots as normal or score as well as I want to. I shot five over with six bogeys and one birdie. My short game, especially with so little practice, is a sieve of leaked strokes. I think that’s pretty average and what I can expect from my ability level with not many reps.
This brings up a point I’ve talked about previously, which is whether I can find enjoyment in the game if I’m not able to play at the level I want to. Golf takes a lot of time, money, practice, resources… Knowing these things, and knowing I likely will not improve makes me ponder if it is worth continuing. Today I enjoyed playing with a couple of long time pals, and was into that more than counting strokes.
Strangely, I’m looking forward to winter here. That’s a first. Never happened before. I plan to use the time off from golf to really evaluate what I get from the game, what I want from it, and what it keeps me from doing or achieving. Come spring perhaps I will have reached some conclusions and have a sense of direction, and better place golf (or not) in my life.
I may not have typed all this drivel if I would have just made a couple more birdies today…
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