Went Golfing for God today. Well, sorta. It was our parish’s annual golf get-together. Since I haven’t been golfing much this season, I expected I would have problems.
It’s nice to have your expectations met, isn’t it?
My driving was okay, usually of decent length, rarely in the fairway, but usually just off of it. My fairway shots were actually fairly decent.
My putting was so-so. Sometimes short, sometimes long.
My short game — pitching, in particular — was a never-ending nightmare. On the front nine, I regularly pitched from one side of the green to the other. Then back. Blading the ball, usually.
Lots of 8’s on the front nine. On the back nine, a lot of those turned to sixes, which still wasn’t anything to write home about. One par, on a par 3. Two bogies, maybe. The rest …
… well, on the bright side, I didn’t pick up my ball once (no matter the temptation), and I never went over double-par.
The course was Overland Public, a Denver muni course, and, in fact, the second oldest golf course in Colorado (founded 1895). Lots of Long, Straight Fairways. No water hazards to speak of. A few slopes, but mostly straight. Pretty, lots of humongous trees (the main hazard), but pretty straightforward.
Because of the drought, everything was really short. Fairways and greens both ran like crazy. Even the “rough” was pretty short.
I broke even on balls. Lost one (in plain sight, no less), found one, and then on one hole, my ball turned into someone else’s ball, very mysteriously.
Overall, a fun, if somewhat frustrating, time. 118, if you must know, with a drop of five or six strokes on the back nine.