when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says,

For years I hated golf. I’m not sure what was more agonizing, playing golf for five hours or listening to the others talk about the round for five hours afterwards.

I’m not really sure how I managed to survive for fifteen years in a sales environment without learning how to play the game. Sure I could mention the major players and perhaps get a little piece of golf trivia into a conversation periodically but when it all came down to it, I really hated golf.

Was it the people I played with? Was it the attitude of the people I played with? Was it me because I sucked?

Yes. Yes. Yes

So what happened? In a word – divorce.

I am face and eyes in the middle of a divorce. Now that I have lots of time on my hands I thought about picking up golf. I purchased a bag set from a local golf retailer, went to Wal-Mart and bought a load of used balls and headed out on the course.

At the pro shop, one of the first things I was given was a scorecard. For some reason I said that I wouldn’t need it and off I went. This was a major moment in my very young golf related life.

I didn’t need a scorecard and more importantly, I didn’t want a scorecard. From that moment I began to enjoy the game and worry less about some arbitrary numbers on a card. Yeah I suck but I don’t need some little piece of paper to tell me that.

This year I have played more golf then my previous fifteen years combined. I still suck but I no longer hate the game. Each game has become a series of single shots. When I am playing, my goal on each and every hole is to make my next shot a good one. Simple. Notice I said simple and not easy.

Now when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says,

hen it all came down to it, I really hated golf.

Was it the people I played with? Was it the attitude of the people I played with? Was it me because I sucked?

Yes. Yes. Yes

So what happened? In a word – divorce.

I am face and eyes in the middle of a divorce. Now that I have lots of time on my hands I thought about picking up golf. I purchased a bag set from a local golf retailer, went to Wal-Mart and bought a load of used balls and headed out on the course.

At the pro shop, one of the first things I was given was a scorecard. For some reason I said that I wouldn’t need it and off I went. This was a major moment in my very young golf related life.

I didn’t need a scorecard and more importantly, I didn’t want a scorecard. From that moment I began to enjoy the game and worry less about some arbitrary numbers on a card. Yeah I suck but I don’t need some little piece of paper to tell me that.

This year I have played more golf then my previous fifteen years combined. I still suck but I no longer hate the game. Each game has become a series of single shots. When I am playing, my goal on each and every hole is to make my next shot a good one. Simple. Notice I said simple and not easy.

Now when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says,

Wal-Mart and bought a load of used balls and headed out on the course.

At the pro shop, one of the first things I was given was a scorecard. For some reason I said that I wouldn’t need it and off I went. This was a major moment in my very young golf related life.

I didn’t need a scorecard and more importantly, I didn’t want a scorecard. From that moment I began to enjoy the game and worry less about some arbitrary numbers on a card. Yeah I suck but I don’t need some little piece of paper to tell me that.

This year I have played more golf then my previous fifteen years combined. I still suck but I no longer hate the game. Each game has become a series of single shots. When I am playing, my goal on each and every hole is to make my next shot a good one. Simple. Notice I said simple and not easy.

Now when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says,

me arbitrary numbers on a card. Yeah I suck but I don’t need some little piece of paper to tell me that.

This year I have played more golf then my previous fifteen years combined. I still suck but I no longer hate the game. Each game has become a series of single shots. When I am playing, my goal on each and every hole is to make my next shot a good one. Simple. Notice I said simple and not easy.

Now when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says,

when I am on the links, I enjoy the scenery and more importantly, I enjoy my round one shot at a time. I can suck all the way to eighteen and hit that one good shot to end my round. Regardless if you need an abacus to calculate my score, I still remember that one great shot.

Fast forward to a few beers with friends and before you know it, I guy looks over at me while I’m telling my great shot story and says, “how long do you guys talk about this stuff anyway?”

I look at my watch and wonder where five hours could have gone.