Golf- Oh how I miss

Posted by Bryce Raley on January 5, 2009 with 1 Comments

Playing golf during the long winter months.

What do I miss the most?

Well let me tell you.

I miss the following in no particular order.

I miss playing even par golf for 10 holes then having one thought about hitting a ball OB on number 11 at Midland Trail golf club. Then proceeding to carry out that thought by hitting a draw down the left hand side, grabbing another ball from my bag and hitting my third shot from the exact same spot.

I miss my buddies who pick up 6 and 8 footers and then wonder why they fold like cheap card tables in every tournament.

I miss 3 putting from 40 feet and 4 putting from 8 feet.

I miss giving the birdie I just made right back with a bogey on the next.

I miss the two way miss off the tee.

I miss playing behind four old guys who take lots of practice swings and then cold top it.

I miss guys playing way too much break on a putt then complaining about green speed.

I miss guys playing way too little break on a putt then complaining green speed.

I miss hitting an amazing chip shot to 2 feet and missing the par putt.

I miss leaving a putt 8 feet short and draining the par putt.

I miss guys at scrambles saying if we would have just made a couple more putts- DUH!

I miss guys who shoot 78 and hold a 12 handicap.

I miss guys who roll it, pick em up and take mulligans then talk about how close them came to beating me.

I miss the plugged ball in the bunker.

I miss the shot right at the pin that’s 20 yards short or 10 yards off the back.

I miss the stub chip shot or the double hit is another favorite.

I miss the I’ll give you that one- you know the one you’re getting ready to miss if I don’t give it to you.

I miss Lefty, and Tiger and Boo and Freddie, but not Johnie Miller or Brandon Chamblee.

I miss the five hour scramble with terrible door prizes, but I don’t miss the 5 hour scramble with unlimited mulligans.

I don’t miss hitting balls because I don’t hit balls.

I do miss putting and chipping and experimenting with different shots.

I don’t miss the Fed Ex Cup.

I can’t wait for the first spring round when my hands feel like concrete blocks, the club feels like a telephone pole and the short game is still in hibernation.

I can’t wait to play my first team tournament so my partners can say- I thought you were a 1 handicap.

I can’t wait for that second weekend in April when the Azaleas are blooming, the grass is bright green, the camera flashes Amen corner and I hear Jim Nantz welcoming me to Augusta. The Masters on CBS.

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