
The past years have been a struggle golfingwise. The time for golf that could be cramped in between family and job got less and less and the poorer my golf game became. I haven’t played or improved my handicap in a tournament in ages and even worse, I playes rounds that made me look like a 54 handicapper. After a disastruous 9 holes two weeks ago I even was pondering with the thought of stopping to play.
Do it right or don’t do it. Either one has the time to fit the game in his life or one hasn’t. It was simply producing too much frustration, not to be able to play at a decent level. And two weeks ago this meant not even to be able to hit a simple seven iron straight. For almost the entire round. This wasn’t me on the golf course. The real me doesn’t play woods, but is a decent iron player with more than average length, a nice touch with the wedges and a good putter on fast greens.
But the real me didn’t have the chance to come out and play very often. All my friends improved their game and surpassed me with their handicap. And I remain here stuck with a game that seems to slowly fall apart.
But then there is days like yesterday. I played nine holes at Baltic Hills with a back ache. This forced me to swing slowly and not make silly moves. And it worked. Suddenly, I hit greens in regulation and the scorecard read pleasantly with two pars, five bogeys and two let’s-not-talk-about-its. Rounds like that only nourish the hope that better days lie ahead. But are they really? I will play two more rounds next week and in August I have five tournaments on my schedule. Let’s see where I stand then and what my toughts about continuing to play are. I keep you posted!