I played a real round of golf last week, after a long hiatus. It was just nine holes, but it counts! The last time I played any real golf was 2009. Somehow, since then, I drifted away from this sport. People have asked over the past years if I played, and I joked that I had retired from golf. But had I?
A few years ago, maybe even pre-COVID, the office landlord installed a golf simulator. This is where you hit a golf ball on a mat into a screen. A machine detects your club head speed and angle, and then projects the ball's flight path on the screen. It can simulate good shots as well as bad shots. After a few good hits I began to think I could still play this game.
Last year I went to a corporate event at a golf simulator last year. I had more fun than I expected. I had a few decent hits, and despite my horrible score, it really whet my appetite for playing again. Nothing beats seeing a well-struck golf ball in flight. The organizer said he'd try to do an outing at a real course and encouraged me to sign up. I said I'd think about it.
Last month that same person reminded me about the upcoming golf outing. We'd be outside, playing on a real course, using the low-pressure scramble format. I asked him if I could rent clubs at the course, and he said he had some random clubs I could borrow. I then jumped on Facebook Marketplace to find some golf shoes. For good measure, I went to a driving range to see if I could still hit.
My round last week was about what you'd expect after not playing several years. I lost probably four balls (three into the water), duffed several, and had precious few decent hits. But I wasn't discouraged. I relished being on a course again, playing this fine game. On the last hole, a par three, I hit a gorgeous tee-shot with a pitching wedge that landed just off the green. I think I'm back!
