Dear Golfers,
Please excuse me here because I need to sound off a bit. These
past several seasons have been a learning experience for me. Yeah, I know you think I am too old to learn anything. Well, you're
wrong, buddies!
While you have been learning the rules of golf, tackling your off the wall
swing and fine tuning your putting. I've been studying the game from different angles. I have learned that golf is really not a game. The
reason being is I know "games" are supposed to be relaxing and joyous. Golf is mostly anxiety and aggravation. Have not you noticed,
nobody smiles while they're playing golf? They have those distorted facial expression. I can not think of any other activity
that generates more fussing and cussing than golf. Now I ask, do you call that a game?
I have tried
to solve my golf problems by the way, from three different angles over the past several years. I began with a new driver, a couple
of hybrids, a new golf bag and had a dozen lessons along with hitting a million buckets of balls and of course, a good
attitude.
Well, my driver is'nt worth a darn. It got a square head like some of my golf instructors I
know. The hybrids should be on e-bay. Instead they leaned against the corner wall somewhere. As for all the buckets of balls
I blasted. What a waste of time it was!. My attitude? Yeah, that was me you've been seeing jumping up and down and screaming from
two fairways over.
Seriously this so golf game is driving me insane and it got nothing to
do with my age by the way. Yeah, I am old and shrinking just like my drives. Where did I go wrong? So you think it's my swing,
yah?
Well guess what you, younger so called pro guys, I know it's my swing. I once hit my instructor
trying. Edward Watts will tell you I am bad, for business because I keep breaking the sensors that measured my swing speed and
stuff.
Now I suppose you're saying "Go get a life, you, cranky old man". Golf is for the big boys. But....
but you're going have to excuse me. I just can not help thinking of how in the world some of guys have all of the luck in this
so call game of golf. For example, you know Mr. Moore, the guy who lives up around Durham? That guy can swing like a bush whacker
and still out drive the living hell of me. He's like a machine, his drives are laser-like right down the fairway. He can chip
from the collar and sink a 60 foot putt. It is not only once but twice in the same day. Now that sucked the mojo right out of
me. Tell me that won't drive you crazy, too. There got to be a better game than golf.
Now that I said
all that, I 'm not sure I accomplish anything here. Oh well, I'm gone on to hit me a bucket of balls.
Old Man McCoy
