If you’re not into golf, you can leave. I understand.
But this is about more than golf. It’s about relationships, perseverance, and alcohol consumption.
This was a long time coming. My partners have watched me shoot 80 three times in recent months. Have you ever heard someone wince? I did. When I missed a 14-inch putt on the 17th hole today, I swear I heard 3 people wince. Painful. Never came close to the cup. My thoughts? Gag. Choke. Pathetic piece of #$!*.
I needed a par on 18 on to break 80. Been there. Haven’t done that.
I birdied the hole. 78.
And I did it the way I’d hoped to. At Tallwood, where I’ve played for decades. With my usual foursome. Paul Kenneson, our “A” player, who’d long been encouraging, and rooting for me to break through. Jim Allen, my longtime partner, who put up with me when I had a 24 handicap. Bill Ludkiewicz, the relative newcomer to our foursome, a dry wit and my alter ego of sorts. Tallwood’s longtime PGA professional, John Nowobilski, who has given me dozens of lessons, was there to shake my hand when delivered the good news. And no doubt Andy Weigert, my partner who left us in 1994, was looking down saying, “What took you so long?”
And I even obeyed my wife, who had ordered me not to break 80 unless she was home to share in the celebration. She was. And we did.
I suppose I need a new goal. Whenever I finish celebrating crossing this one off the list.