Confession. I don't generally suck at golf. But yesterday I did. Bigly.
One
embarrassing moment piled on the next. Each club had the feel of a
serpent in my hands. Each swing a reminder that ineptitude knows no
limits. Each sand trap a desert, each putt a search for where's Waldo.
I
am one season shy of six decades chasing after a little ball and
yesterday could have been the nadir. But in one sense it was my finest
hour. I remained calm though the storm was raging all around.
No
thrown clubs, no damning of God, no sulking, no whining, no lamenting,
no endless chatter about how I never ever performed so abysmally. No
annoying myself with my petulance almost as much as I perpetually annoy
all those unfortunate enough to be within eye or earshot.
Golf
is a forever humbling, forever humiliating experience and I have never
come close to mastering the Zen of it. But yesterday I did not suck
bigly at my impersonation of a grown up. And being good while being bad
was possibly one of the worst and best experiences ever.
Golf, like life, is a complicated undertaking.
7 comments:
You need to learn how to address the ball the way Jackie Gleason first taught you!!
"Hello Ball..."
"Hello ball".
During my very first game of golf 40 years ago, I was told by a very experienced caddy to give up the game. It is a tribute to positive thinking that I have not followed his sage advice, but probably should have.--RE
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EA
you seemed to have mastered both lois
You're a total Buddha, Robert. I always knew it
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