Well Hawgie if your goal is to break 80, then you must be very good for a non-pro.
When asked, my stock answer is the same as the quote under my screen name here. Mediocre with flashes of brilliance and that's pretty much true. I just don't get
as pissed-off as I used to, so a bad hole doesn't wreck my day anymore. I just try to hit the best shot I can on every shot and stay reasonably fluid. My lowest score so
far was an 81 so, I figure a 79 is doable, but everybody hits it sideways sometimes. Shooting mid-90s on a course I've never played isn't an embarrassment.
I'm in the low 90s and would be thrilled to break 90. I had 3 guys that I used to play with. Two are no longer with us and the other one can't play for medical reasons. I keep that in mind when I get frustrated with my game.
I just wish that I started to play when I was younger. It's one of the only things that you can play for a lifetime.
I have noticed that there seems to be more younger people playing, and more women, although I hate to play behind a group of older woman.
I did check out tickets for the Open. Not many left and the price is pretty hefty.
Sunday there were about a half a dozen really good-looking, athletic women out there playing and that's unusual. One had tight shorts and a butt that was so perfectly round that British Scientists could use it to calibrate their instruments. And, yes, I was distracted by her and, yes, she caught me looking. Twice, but I couldn't help myself.
Fine with me if more females take up the game, but it's all relative to anybody playing to keep things moving along. Plenty of guys don't belong out there, either, but as long as somebody tries to learn the game I will be very patient. It's a hard game.
But........
Monday we got paired up with a guy I didn't know and he was maybe the worst player and definitely the most ignorant jackass I have ever seen on a golf course. He did literally everything
possible wrong even though he claimed that he'd been playing for years. I attempted to make a few polite suggestions because the people behind us were getting really pissed off, but he wasn't interested in learning the basics, like don't leave your cart 100 yards back while you hit three consecutive 30-yard shots so you have to walk back to it while everybody waits on you, so I completely tuned him out and tried to focus on my own round. Then, he wanted my phone number to play again sometime and I didn't feel like telling him that I never wanted to see him or be stuck in a foursome with him again. So, I feigned polite interest and made up a fake number. It had been a long time since I did that, but while the context was different I still remembered the drill. I now wish I'd told him the truth, but I just didn't see the upside to it at the time. No wonder he has no friends.
It's a rarity to get stuck like that and most people are great, but Jesus what a nightmare that dude was.
