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.
