I played in a ladies tournament at our golf club on Saturday. It was a lot like the Game of Thrones finale: It ran way too long, so hot it felt like everything was burning down around us, and the ending was disappointing. Needless to say we did not place.
Being mid-May in South Carolina meant that before we could head out we all had to cover ourselves with sunscreen and bug spray like our lives depended on it – which they probably did. It was so hot, everything I had on was soaking wet before I made it to the tee box. It couldn’t have been worse in King’s Landing and Winter was long gone.
I drove a cart, which I never do anymore, and at first I was concerned that this would be my biggest challenge. But never fear – it was golf. I hit an amazing drive on the first hole! My second shot went right, but just on the edge of the woods and the fairway. That’s when the luck ran out – with 17 holes left.
Most of the ladies playing in the tournament were extremely talented, mature players. Because of that, we ALL got to hit from the forward tees. I was very excited because I’d already been contemplating asking the internet where I could get a fake ID that said I was 62. My teammates were amazing so I didn’t get to contribute very much, but I had a couple of holes where my handicap of 2 strokes per hole helped us out. I was feeling pretty good until I realized one of my teammates was 83 …. and she was out driving, chipping and putting me. 🤦🏻♀️
It may be a bit before my next post. Both my body and my pride need time to heal.
Why did I start a blog about my golfing adventures? A simple Facebook post started it all. In the beginning, there were golf carts that we rode in. Because I scored roughly a 12 or 13 on each hole, I couldn’t imagine another way to play. This was August 6, 2017. As I was sitting in the golf cart waiting for Larry to find another one of my errant shots, I took this photo and then posted to Facebook. Below is the post that started it all:
Today’s golfing expedition could best be compared to a season of Game of Thrones. I was all over the place, difficult to follow and I started out with 3 worthy candidates who were gruesomely eliminated one by one. 3 shots into the water. Two on the same hole and one into a creek that wasn’t even a water hazard on the hole I was playing! That takes some kind of talent – not golfing talent – but some kind of talent. Thanks to a water rescue by Larry, the pink ball had a 2nd chance at life – ***GOT Spoiler Alert*** ….Much like Jon Snow.
We also lost our scorecard about half way through the round. That or Larry discreetly sent it the way of 2 of my golf balls. LOL – and we still had a blast! Til next time….
I’ve never been someone with what you would call “athletic talent”. As a matter of fact, I grew up as a nerd. It was a long time ago, before the internet and cell phones, and I was a skinny little girl who was a smartass know-it-all smart and so I read. And I read EVERYTHING. What I did not do was play sports.
Fast forward to my 20’s and I’m married to a golfer who shoots in the very low 80’s and he convinces me to give golf a try. And I’m terrible. But not as terrible as I was at all the other sports they made me do in P.E. So I bought some clubs and some shoes that I thought were horribly distasteful, and began to play in tournaments. Because that’s how you start – no practice, no practice rounds, just tournaments. But these were the kind of tournaments where drinking and getting to know others in your industry were much more important than skill.
I remember a practice session with my husband in our front yard before one such “tournament” and my drive hit our motor home 2″ above a plate glass window and bounced back to within just a couple of feet of where I was standing. My husband said, “Practice over!” and we went inside. Not a whole lot has changed in the past 25 years.
So if you came here looking for tips or suggestions on to how to improve your golf game, shave strokes off your score, maximize your short game, well, you’ve come to the wrong place. If you’d like to feel better about your own golfing skills and maybe get a laugh or two in the process – WELCOME.