I gave up golf over 15 years ago. I was too obsessed with it, spending too much time & money on it, and was never one of those guys that could go out & duff around for awhile with my friends to have a good time. I wasn't an angry-throw-your-clubs-in-the-lake kind of guy, but if I wasn't playing well I just wasn't having a good time. So there I was going to to the range 7 times a week, playing 2-3 rounds a week, playing tournaments, working on my sub-10 handicap etc. I decided it was getting stupid so I quit (I had also just met my future wife after having enlisted, so the golf thing was just not compatible).
Fast forward to today, my wife up & got me a beautiful set of Cleveland irons two Christmases ago. I was almost mad about it - I never expressed a desire to get back into it, didn't even want to go hit them, and it actually turned into a point of contention for over a year. Well, last month one of my coworkers who knew about that wanted me to fill out a foursome with them. I said 'fuck it, why not' and headed out. That first round was great, I didn't give one ounce of a shit, and I actually played very well. Got 4 pars! Since then I've been out a bunch, have gotten clubs for both my kids, & my 8 year old son is loving it. Brings back memories of hitting the course with my dad when I was his age.
Now comes the hard part of tempering my obsession & just leaving it at having a good time. I played an evening round last week & started mentally cataloging my bad shots again, and it was annoying to not be able to go to the range the next day & work on what I knew I did wrong. I feel like a recovering alcoholic who told himself he could just have a drink here & there socially without letting it get out of control.
Anyway golf blows, I hope you all did something better with your time this weekend.
Fast forward to today, my wife up & got me a beautiful set of Cleveland irons two Christmases ago. I was almost mad about it - I never expressed a desire to get back into it, didn't even want to go hit them, and it actually turned into a point of contention for over a year. Well, last month one of my coworkers who knew about that wanted me to fill out a foursome with them. I said 'fuck it, why not' and headed out. That first round was great, I didn't give one ounce of a shit, and I actually played very well. Got 4 pars! Since then I've been out a bunch, have gotten clubs for both my kids, & my 8 year old son is loving it. Brings back memories of hitting the course with my dad when I was his age.
Now comes the hard part of tempering my obsession & just leaving it at having a good time. I played an evening round last week & started mentally cataloging my bad shots again, and it was annoying to not be able to go to the range the next day & work on what I knew I did wrong. I feel like a recovering alcoholic who told himself he could just have a drink here & there socially without letting it get out of control.
Anyway golf blows, I hope you all did something better with your time this weekend.