“It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.”
Plain and simple: I got my ass kicked this week.
Finally got to the range on Wednesday for a date night/practice combo that usually leaves me in a pretty good place. Out of nowhere I got visited by the shank-fairy.
With the fun tournament coming up, I had to go back to the range Friday night to make sure I didn’t hurt anyone come the Saturday tournament. Just like that I was back on track for the next day.
The tournament started at noon, in Texas. Temperatures peaked at around 101 and for some reason a delayed start and some backed up holes made the whole ordeal last about 6 hours. By the end I was gassed and carded an 83.
Considering I had never played the course before and had several bad bounces, I can’t be too upset. Met some nice people and some real “class acts”. Saw some great golf and sailor-mouthed duffers.
This was a lesson weekend. I learned what good golf can look like at levels closer to my own. I learned that I can’t let other players influence my decision-making. And I also learned that being over-prepared is not a thing.
In the end, I was too exhausted to even consider golfing on Sunday. That gave me the chance to watch Spieth’s winning performance at The Open from beginning to thrilling end. Overall, I’m happy to be done with this week.