The Beginners Luck Has Worn Off
My last outing on the golf course was a good one, I beat the guy who had been playing for a while and I was just having fun.
Now that I couldn't use "It's my first time" as an excuse it seemed like the pressure was on to play up to the standards of my first round.
I knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as my club hit the ball on the first tee. 20 yds. That's all I got. On a hole 190 yards long, I got 20 yards off the tee. "Great" I thought, "this is going to be a long day"
And it was. I couldn't remember how I was htting the ball that first day and if I hit it straight, it went short, if I hit it long it slice into the woods. I think I lost more balls on this day than in my first one.
And the icing on the cake around the 16th hole it started raining. Now I had played baseball/softball in the rain and even hit tennis balls in the rain and NEVER let go of the object I was swinging. So it didn't cross my mind at all that it could happen. But my glove hand got wet and so did my other one. It was the long drive hole, so a trophy was waiting for the farthest hit. All the factors came together to send my 3 wood into the woods just left of the tee box. My group ducked to remove them selves from the projectile's trajectory but the height I put on that club cleared all the trees and sailed into the nearby ravine. Gone Forever.
For all but one of my friends that was the first time they had seen that. I'm glad my horrible day brought smiles to their faces.
Somewhere along the day I was told this: Golf is a weird game, you do good one day and the next you play crappy. Just when you are about to quit it gives you a great shot and a chance for hope, but then quickly makes it go away. It's an endless cycle
I'm starting to believe it's true. But for some reason I know I am going to be out there next time.
Now that I couldn't use "It's my first time" as an excuse it seemed like the pressure was on to play up to the standards of my first round.
I knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as my club hit the ball on the first tee. 20 yds. That's all I got. On a hole 190 yards long, I got 20 yards off the tee. "Great" I thought, "this is going to be a long day"
And it was. I couldn't remember how I was htting the ball that first day and if I hit it straight, it went short, if I hit it long it slice into the woods. I think I lost more balls on this day than in my first one.
And the icing on the cake around the 16th hole it started raining. Now I had played baseball/softball in the rain and even hit tennis balls in the rain and NEVER let go of the object I was swinging. So it didn't cross my mind at all that it could happen. But my glove hand got wet and so did my other one. It was the long drive hole, so a trophy was waiting for the farthest hit. All the factors came together to send my 3 wood into the woods just left of the tee box. My group ducked to remove them selves from the projectile's trajectory but the height I put on that club cleared all the trees and sailed into the nearby ravine. Gone Forever.
For all but one of my friends that was the first time they had seen that. I'm glad my horrible day brought smiles to their faces.
Somewhere along the day I was told this: Golf is a weird game, you do good one day and the next you play crappy. Just when you are about to quit it gives you a great shot and a chance for hope, but then quickly makes it go away. It's an endless cycle
I'm starting to believe it's true. But for some reason I know I am going to be out there next time.
posted by Nickolaus Kersting at 12:06 AM
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