What Once Was….

100_9203Several weeks back I was invited to play golf in a company outing, I was a fill in really, someone to fill in a foursome.  Hell golf’s better than work right.  Well maybe, then again maybe not. Depends on how long it’s been since you played with any regularity.  You see golf is not a sport you just go pick back up where you left off 8-9 years ago, but it was a captains choice so your always playing the best shot hit by the foursome.  Hit a bad shot you pick up and play the best shot of the foursome.  Although it is pretty cool when your shot is the best of the four.  It’s a good way to play if your not that good or haven’t played in a while.  Back when I played regularly I was on the cusp of being a single digit handicapper.  Now that doesn’t seem like that big a deal but only 4.5% of all golfers are at this level.  Hell 80% don’t even break 100.  A nine handicap means your shooting in the low 80’s on a regular basis ad occasionally break into the seventy’s.  I could hold my own and beat most of the everyday guys, leaving only the fellows that lived at the course as major challenges.  Every now and then I find myself privy to golf conversations and the talk is all of the latest equipment, who’s hitting what, gotta get that new driver, what degree is that wedge etc etc.  I got to say when I played alot I hit what I brought.  It never dawned on me to run out and get the latest and greatest whatever hit the market that week club.  I figured out how to hit what I had.  I remember several times winning new drivers and and such and I always ended up trading them away because I could hit what I had better.  In my book there was no sense in taking the time to figure out a new club to play the same.  During this outing I hit some bad shots and some good shots, that is after a few holes and getting back into the midset of my game.  Hitting a good shot still feels the same, good!  It was a pretty enjoyable time all in all, but towards the end of the round I was ready for it to be over.  Hitting the clubhouse grill and bar afterward still feels the same as well, good!  Anyway a few days after the outing I realized that my serious playing days are behind me.  I don’t have a regular group of guys to play with like I once did and it would take a multitude of weekends playing to get my game back, not to mention the driving range time.  I don’t see that happening.  I don’t know if I miss it or not but I still stare at the courses I see along the way and have quite a few great memories and stories of when I did.  There were times I couldn’t wait to get back out there, but not now.  I have other interests now. You see when you let one thing go something else will always take it’s place.  That’s how it works.

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