Steve B. and I played golf today at Reddeman Farms, and a good time with good play was had by one and all. I don’t think that Annette was thrilled with playing again this week after playing Sunday, but I still contend that Sunday was last week. And I’m not gonna lie– there were a couple mulligans and a “time traveler” involved– but I still managed to have a 96 on the round, I had six pars, and I didn’t melt down on any hole. Ultimately, I lost to Steve B. by two, but still, a great round for me.
Now, on the back nine, there was a college kid playing behind us by himself. He was walking, so we didn’t hold him up really, but we did get a chance to see him hit some great shots. So we (mostly Steve B., actually) were small-talking with him in the parking lot after the round and I asked him how he did. “69,” he said.
“No shit?!” I said.
“Well, I’ve played about 185 rounds this year.”
So, like I said, golf is a relative game.
2 thoughts on “It’s all relative, I suppose…”
Are you implying that you could shoot a 69 if you played 185 rounds? ’cause…I’d take that bet.
Well, it’d be an easy bet to make because there’s no freakin’ way I’d have the time or money to play that much golf, and if I did attempt to play that much golf, I might not have a wife for much longer either.
We’ve both been getting better over the last couple years, but I think we’re a long way from breaking 70….