Walking off the 18th green, I had accomplished a couple of feats I had never done before. I also left eight strokes that could be the difference between a chance at the PGA Senior Tour or quitting the game altogether. I jest of course. I could never quit.
Walking off the 18th green, I had accomplished a couple of feats I had never done before. I also left eight strokes that could be the difference between a chance at the PGA Senior Tour or quitting the game altogether. I jest of course. I could never quit.
So there it is: five tips to a better golf game for me. If somehow you can gain any insight or improvement from that, then all the better. Otherwise, I think it might be time to print that list out, head down to whatever office-supply store is still in business and laminate it, then display those tips on the windshield of the golf cart each week.
No reason to lie: my golf game sucks. This past weekend I got smoked by a 73 year old coming off rehab for a dislocated shoulder but what a hell of a nice guy.
A lot of golf was played this summer though perhaps not enough. Some highs and lows and lessons learned are worth sharing with the tens of people who might read this blog.
Disclaimer: The following is about golf. If I’ve learned anything from regaling tales from the golf course, is that it’s similar to showing off pictures of your cat: few people care and even fewer can feign interest (and no, your cat’s not different). If you find yourself in that latter group, that’s ok. My ego…
Since breaking 90 for a round of golf is not in the foreseeable future, the occasional story from the links will have to suffice. This time: from The Wigwam Resort in Arizona.