This morning I met Adam, Chris, and Julian at Tussey Mountain for a little par 3 golf (in my case par fore is more appropriate). I am not a golfer. This is the third time I have played the Tussey par 3 course. After an optimistic start on the first hole my golf game descended into the realm of Charles Barkley (for those of you non-sports fans, he is a retired NBA player who is a notoriously bad golfer).
Golf is a beautiful, ugly, fun, frustrating, good, terrible game. It would be easy for me to become addicted to it, so I treat it cautiously. For this reason I emphatically say I am not a golfer. I resist its allure.
The weather was nearly perfect this morning. Many of the greens were a bit rough, I attribute my poor putting game to that.
In the moment before each tee shot there is so much potential and expectation. In my mind I see what should happen. Reality is harsh.
I had two goals going into the round. I wanted to:
1. Not lose my golf ball.
2. Make par on two holes or make a birdie.
Goal #1 = success. Goal #2 = failure.
I might spend an afternoon this summer playing multiple rounds of par 3 golf. I am interested to see what would happen if I played a few rounds. I suspect that for the first three rounds I would improve my score, but after that who knows?