First off, I want to apologize for the lack of updates. As I had mentioned in my first post, this was a bit of a selfish experiment. I love to golf, I love to write, and I love to write about golf. The creation of this blog was a means to fulfill those various wants, and hopefully make a few people laugh along with me.
But as is so often the case, real life tends to get in the way, and I stopped writing. And sadly, for the most part, I stopped golfing too. Everything is perfectly fine. Things just got a little hectic with travel, work, and all the stuff that goes with it.
In any case, one of the cumulative points of this blog was the Golf Town National Amateur Championship, which I’m proud to say I golfed in this past July. One would be smart to assume that I didn’t emerge victorious, but it was quite an experience. The following is a bit of a recollection of events from that beautiful July day.
First off, for anybody who has ever considered entering a tournament like this, but had some trepidations about it, you should definitely reconsider. They do a fantastic job of making every golfer feel like a professional, no matter what class you end up in.
Which brings me to the first shock I had. They posted the tee times for the tournament the night before, organized by the various golfer Classes, and lo and behold, I was in the Championship Flight. No worries, I thought. It will just be the worst score ever posted by a Championship Flight golfer.
Thankfully, when I arrived and presented my handicap card, I was moved the more appropriate C Flight.With my caddy Jon in tow (they allowed caddies, so I brought a caddy. What?), we met the other members of my group, and drove to our first hole, a nice 165 yard par-3.
I think anybody would be foolish to think there are no nerves at this point. Of course there are nerves. For perhaps the only time in the round, you have the exact same score as every other golfer on the course. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go first.
Our first playing partner promptly put his into the trees. The second partner chunked his about 50 yards ahead. I don’t know if my shot would have gone this way if not for my partners’ first shots, but I put it right on the bottom edge of the green. One GIR, one hole. Not a bad start.
As we drove up to the green, Jon and I gave each other the appropriate low five out of everyone’s sight. Can’t get too confident we said, but it felt good nevertheless. Just hit the greens and two-putt for par on every hole. Seems easy enough. Until I realized we would be putting on a marble surface all day.
I 3-putted for bogey. Not exactly the start I was looking for, but I was still up on my playing partners. And a miraculous green-side ship on the next hole gave me an easy par. I was doing okay I thought, and the next two holes didn’t raise any red flags; except for the greens.
To be perfectly honest, I have never putted on greens this fast. The only break was my heart after each ball went sailing past the hole. An easy 5 footer could easily become a 20-footer the other way if you missed the line. It was atrocious, and I watched my game slip away.
Jon, to his credit, really tried to keep me in it. He tried to talk me off the ledge after every bad shot. But one bad shot begets another, and once those negative thoughts creep in your head, you start doubting your game. I tried swing changes, modified my club selection, and just generally lost all composure. While my playing partners slowly found their games, my only saving grace was a 4-hole par streak. Other than that it was double, triple and quadruple bogies.
I ended up finishing the round with a 107, good enough for fourth in the C-Flight. And not quite good enough to take home a prize. But I did take home this little tidbit; I can’t wait to play in the tournament next year.