Don't you just hate it when you are in one of those funks. Well, I'm in one. I have never claimed to be a good golfer... but I'm alright. I was actually on the straight and narrow there for a while. Shooting in the high 80's low 90's... not bad all things considered. Lately though... as in the last 4 damn times I have gone out, oh it's horrid. Not just horrid, I would compare my golf game right now to something along the lines of what a baby would look like if Flavor Flav and Roseanne Barr had a kid with 4 legs. Oh yea... it's that bad. I have been slicing the hell out of everything. Far right, far right... toe it off to the damn right. So I have closed the club face a bit, made my hand positions on my grip a bit stronger, hell... I even tossed the ball up in the air and took a crack at it like it was a baseball... yup, sliced it too. On TOP of all of that, I haven't been able to clear my mind on the course. As soon as I address the ball, the land of a thousand thought come flying in. Everything from did I lock the truck to I wonder if there is air in the tires on my mountain bike.
Oh OH and get this... the most recent thing... my 20th high school reunion... yea... why THAT has been on my mind... I have no friggin clue. I even had a nightmare about it last night. I say nightmare, cause it sure as hell wasn't any fun. Everyone was all dressed up in nice cloths talking about the things that they do now... And here I am, in my cargo shorts, one of my many golf shirts and my Houston Texans visor on. One person (who will remain nameless) mentioned to me that they were in the cattle business. Striking my curiosity, I responded "Oh really? Angus, Brahman, Hereford?" In return I got "Well I don't know all about that stuff you just said, but I'm in the cattle business" (for those of you who don't know.... those are breeds) To top it all off, the damn reunion was in MY HOUSE! Oh I don't friggin think so... wanna see how fast ChuCK can throw people down the street? Invite all the people I went to high school with to my house and you will soon find out. Everything about that damn dream was wrong or demented. I'm sure there is some psycho babble theory out there that I have some hidden resentment about my life or I am questioning how well things are for me. Why that is, again, I don't know. I'm not the type of person that feels the need to keep up with the "guy next door". Buying new stuff just because I saw him walk in with a new T.V. or something. No need for that at all. As long as my family is taken care of, that is worth life itself. Well... in my book anyways...
So where does this leave me? I'll tell you where... a shitty golf game, no beer in the fridge, and a fear to sleep because the LAST thing I want to be reminded of is some of the people I went to school with. But hey, I am looking on the bight side. I have a 16 year black label scotch in the bar downstairs that is just smoking awesome. Mainly because the store I go to gave me a discount on it... because they said it was too old and from last Christmas. They didn't want it on the shelves anymore. Scotch... too old.... "You have any more in the back ma'am? I will be happy to take this nasty old firewater off your hands."
3 comments:
I don't know alot about golf but it sounds like you're having a rough time with it :S
The answer is simple ... you need to play more :D
And why is it we dream of the most bizzare stuff ... I guess you must have an over active imagination as I do ;)
Skooter says:
Dude!!!! please don't cry about you game, you one eyed, arm no working hax! i have not shot in the 80's since my bike accident back in '96. it does not help that i can't get out but maybe few times a year. toke my 10yr old and brother-in-law out the other day. i shot a 104, my b-in-l shot a 119 and my son shot a 140 (his first time 18 hole game). don't go to the reunion they are not good enough for you. as for the scotch. please look at the bottle agian while sober. black label does not come in a 16yr old, 12 maybe, but not seen a 16 and you know i like a wee dram now and again.
hehehehe it was a 12 year black, it's 16 now. :-)
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