So, Tuesday's round was really fun. I was very pleased with my progress and had an excellent ball striking day. Tee to green was solid with only a few goofy chips and so so putting. I had a couple of birdies, a few bogies, and a bunch of pars. I'm sure I had a couple of double bogies but I'm not sure because I still wasn't keeping score.
This morning I pulled out my score book and decided to see where I was at. Great drive off the first tee. 143 yards to a front flag and stuck a 9-iron to 12 feet of the flag (hey, give me break it was 43° F when we started at 7:30 so there was no way I'd hit a pitching wedge that far). I nestled the putt up next to the hole on the high side for a kick in par. Feeling great I recorded a 4 for the first hole...
And the wheels came off the happy-wagon. I wound up scoring 98 with only three penalty strokes for balls lost in hazards. What the actual fuck is it with this stupid game!
You just start feeling good, decide to score your round, your mind goes completely blank and all the hard work goes out the fucking window. Thor, what a mental torture this sport can be...a game played in the five inches between your ears, indeed!