Why I Play Golf
By Kickntrue on 11/13/07
By Andrew Brown, oobgolf hack
The thing about golf is... I hate it. Every time I go out and play I can always think of five things I'd rather be doing with my time. Nevertheless, I always go out and torture myself over and over.
Many of the people on this site are good golfers. I understand why you continually go out and play the game. I'd give up 5 years of my life to break eighty, just once. I'd give up 20 to do it every time out. Unfortunately my average score still sits in the upper 90s- it seems no matter how many times I go out. The fact is- I'm a terrible golfer and while hitting 500 balls a day would be a way to play more golf, I just don't have the resources to make that happen. So why do I keep doing it?
I'd give up 5 years of my life to break eighty, just once. I'd give up 20 to do it every time out.The best I can figure is that there is something altered in your body's chemistry when you play golf. Not when it's just three times a year or with a company outing... I'm talking about when you play golf. You become a changed person. You find something inside of you that can only be satisfied with a moment of perfection. I'd imagine it similar to the fix an addict needs when looking for that next hit. It's like a throbbing pain that can only be soothed by intense pressure.
The last time I was out I played poorly. The course was in great shape but as the fall season fell upon it so did the leaves. It was impossible to find a ball even 5 yards off the fairway because the tree-lined course was painted with perfectly crisp multi-colored maple leaves. My 32.8 % driving accuracy didn't appreciate it though aesthetically it was one of the more beautiful moments of my month. My playing partner and I were racing the night's darkness and played the last three holes in record speed in an effort to get to the 19th hole. I lost my 5th ball of the day to the right on my eighteenth hole of the day. I actually crushed the ball, but with daylight waning I wanted to finish so I dropped a ball just off the fairway for my shot into the green.
I was sitting 180 yards out looking over a wildlife preserved ravine onto a large oval green. Just before the shot my buddy pointed out a small herd of 4 deer, a mother and 3 fawn. That was the third time that Sunday we'd seen deer on the course. We also had the pleasure of seeing a fox bound quickly behind brush on another tee box. I stood over the ball feeling confident with my 6-iron loosely. I turned and took one last glance at the green and then exhaled.
I started to bend down and place my ball and then thought better of it.The beauty of taking 99 shots when you play golf is that 1) you get more for your money, at least per shot, and 2) it gives you more chances to hit the best shot of your life. As I slowly pulled the club back I wasn't thinking about anything, a welcome change for me. I'm usually thinking about my hand position and my elbows and my speed and whatever new fix I heard the previous week on the Golf Channel. As I exploded through the ball a shiver swelled through my body; the pleasure that can only be felt from a perfect strike. A small divot flipped yards in front of me as the ball lifted off. It started just right of the target and whistled through the soundscape of my partner sitting in the cart a couple yards in front of me.
The draw was perfect. The distance even better. The real beauty of the shot was that I knew it felt awesome, but through the dusk of night I never saw the ball after losing it in the horizon. I knew it was well struck but after that really had no clue. I was satisfied. I walked to the green holding my putter with eyes scanning my surrounding. I looked towards the pin and saw a small white dot sitting inches from the hole. I glanced at my partner, double-checking that it wasn't his orb. I smiled while reaching down and marking my ball. I looked over and realized my partner didn't have his ball. Lost in the ever nearing darkness. He shrugged and said he didn't care. I started to bend down and place my ball and then thought better of it.
I looked at my buddy and then reached down for my ball mark. While a two footer could certainly be considered a gimmie I try to putt everything out- especially since using oobgolf, but why even bother? I'd much rather end my golf 2007 year with that shot. I have a feeling I'll be telling the story of hitting my 6 iron within two feet all winter- and why shouldn't I? After all, it's the reason I play golf.
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Who is the author of this very nice article..?
Andrew wrote it... It definately describes most of my feelings. M2D, you lookin to rip some of his gramar/misspellings?
Absolutely not, I was genuinely impressed with this very well written article. I know I have ripped you guys at every opportunity, but you know you like it...
I can relate to the desire to break 80, I've only done it twice so I know it can be done. And I can also relate to the one great shot out of a thousand. I had two in one round this week. We played Makalei on the big island and I made a 20 foot, severely sloping, birdie putt that, had it not drop, would have been back out in the fairway. The second was a 180 yard, according to the GPS, shot that left a 12 inch birdie putt. Which I made, thankfully. Your article explained why we love it...
Thanks for the kind words M2D
*tear, falling softly down my cheek*
A touching article in deed. I can relate so well. Today 4/26/08 I played in a 4 man scramble tournament and was told that number 13 hole was the most difficult whole(par 3) at Hidden Valley. From the tee, you had to loft it about I would guess about 20 to 30 feet to get it to the green. I used a 6 iron after everyone else either went over it or rolled it backwords. Ten feet from the flag and played at Hidden Valley once four years ago. One of my great moments for a birdie. I feel your bitter sweet moments Andrew. Gotta love this game.
Andrew, I am relatively new to oobGolf, and although I'm months late in replying to your article, my reply is: GREAT WRITE! I played the game called golf for many reasons. I used to play seriously and competitively to win! Of course I found out quickly that you can't win all of the time, but as a registered amateur I tried and tried for more than 25 years. Had fun! Even after the losses it was fun! Made tons of great new friends! About 10 years ago I was sidelined for almost five years with health issues that would not allow me to play. Almost went bonkers! No more tournament play now, but I still love the game. During the past few years golf has been the greatest therapy, both physical and mental, especially because of those shots you talked about that make one come back time after time to play the greatest sport ever invented... That game called "GOLF". I never think about anything else I'd rather be doing.
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