The Shame of the Game

Wow. That was painful, and not in a good way. All I can do now is hang my head in shame. Yup, yesterday was a lesson in utter, abject humiliation on the golf course. It was seriously agonizing. Sure, I had an idea it wasn't going to be pretty. It was the first golf tournament I've ever dared play, and the first time I'd even stepped foot on a course in years, after all. But it was for a good cause and I was among friends, so I figured it couldn't be too bad. Boy, was I ever wrong.

It's amazing how much trouble one little ball can cause. I topped it. I whiffed. I sliced. I hooked. I did anything but connect with it and make a straight shot. For someone who can hit the ball so solidly at the driving range, I was an out-of-control mess. Even the cocktails I consumed along the course were of no assistance. It was mortifying. I'm just thankful my friends were gracious enough to cut me some slack and refrain from teasing me too badly.

All humiliation and mortification aside, it was a good day with good friends, and a great way to wrap up our Michigan vacation. Now I just need to work on my game...