And on the course. Of course, I’m still playing like crap.
I didn’t play yesterday 
because I had a doctor’s appointment. I missed the last day of league golf that counts. Next week they’re having special events because it’s the last day of the league and also Halloween…or the Halloween golf day. Oh well…I’m in a 3 way tie for the ringer board…a possible 68. If I could only put it all together so I could shoot that….
Anyway…no immediate back surgery…I was hoping for some relief, but we’ll see. I have to see another back doc because mine is being deployed We’ll see.
So we were a twosome. We’ve been trying to play golf together all year…we finally got to do it. It was a very slow day with a slow threesome of men in front of us, who teamed up on the 13th hole with a slow twosome in front of them…so they thought a fivesome would play faster. WHAT???
We asked them very nicely if we could play through…since they were now tedious. They didn’t like it, agreed to let us, then continued to play…so F**K them! They pissed me off so I called the pro shop on them. The pro came out and they had to split back up. A fivesome…how rude and then not let a twosome play through…no courtesy, no golf etiquette.
Golf is supposed to be a gentlemen’s game…but there are never any gentlemen on the course….so we had to wait on EVERY hole for their slow play. One guy in the group in front of us almost hit the same guy in their threesome twice…once on the front nine, once on the back. They paid no attention to where anyone was…which is extremely dangerous.
When they were a fivesome, four of them were on the green and one guy was way back where we were. That’s when he almost hit one of the guys. If I wasn’t so angry, it would have almost been comical!
So it was one of those days! I actually thought it was going to be good…I parred the first hole and bogeyed the second…then I got kinda crappy. I also got tired and my back prevents me many times from staying down on the ball. I think subconsciously, I’m afraid of twisting too much and hurting it…so I lift and end up topping the ball or not getting completely under it. Oh well, a bad day on the course is still better than working.
Another plus…the heron was on 17 stalking bugs or fish or something. He totally ignored us as we drove slowly by, looking at him. He’s such a beautiful bird!
Forget about all those “how to” books, videos and articles. The only sure way to save strokes is with an eraser!
