Went out golfing for the first time this season, the excuse being that my Dad was in town.
I shot 45 on the front nine, 54 on the back nine — and Centennial is a Par 63 course. Bleah.
It did confirm to me that, damn, I need to get out more often. I couldn’t hit a long driver straight to save my life, and my pitching game tended to go from one side of the green to the other. I, personally, am supporting the golf ball industry in this nation, or at least the folks who sell in bulk to Costco.
I discovered, as I was getting my clubs back into shape, that I seem to have lost my pitching wedge and sand wedge; I suspect they ended up as a final sacrifice to the Golf Gods of Pelican Hills, abandoned on the side of the 18th geen as I desperately tried to finish the round. Ouch. Both were legacy clubs from my grandfather, including the Ping pitching wedge.
Anyway, I ran out Sunday afternoon to a local golf shop that does a lot of used club sales. I picked up a Fuzzy Zoeller pitching wedge and a massively heavy no-name sand wedge for $12. I also picked up a 6-iron for Doyce, who had been pining for one for some time; since it was missing a label, it was free, hot damn.
Let’s just say that Doyce was a lot happier with the 6 than I was with the P. Not that it’s the club’s fault (in my case), just bad play.
My putting and my short fairway woods were pretty good, though.
Got to play more …
so your running about a 28 t0 32 handicap…right in my nieghborhood. Not that My nieghborhood is anything to be proud of.
Yeah, it’s a pretty disreputable neighborhood, but I just can’t seem to find my way to move out of it …
Makes me glad my golf games are all on the computer (love that third hole at Mauna Kea).
I’ve played computer golf games, and found they have all the charm and fascination of playing Lunar Lander. Or maybe not that much.
As frustrating (and expensive) as playing golf in the flesh can be, it’s also a nice way to spend a few hours outside, having fun and socializing with others.
See, that’s why I go birding! A liesurely stroll in the outdoors, without the aggravation of the little ball not going where i want it! (And with the aggravation of that Little Brown Job staying down in the brush, where I can’t see any field marks!)
UPDATE: My sainted wife called up Pelican Hills this morning to see if they had the clubs (they didn’t, though after three months lost clubs are donated to charity).
She rocks.