OMG, I shot an 89 today. I know what you're thinking, big whoop, it's not the the first time. But to tell the truth, my game's been in the toilet all summer, so it was an exciting day for me. I had a good low-90s run in the spring, but I actually haven't broken 90 all year. And finally, today, I did.
I actually woke up with a migraine and the weather was hotter and more humid than advertised, so it didn't start out as a great day for golf. Then hubby and I were stuck behind an older-than-the-hills, slower-than-molasses twosome who moved so slow it was as if they were trying to stop time. And at one point we were joined by a single behind us who drove his cart a little too close to me and unnerved me with his snack wrapper-rustling. After one hole, I told him, "Hey, we're not in any hurry, so why don't you play ahead and try to catch up with the twosome." Of course, that old twosome was stuck behind a foursome, who was stuck behind a walking single stuck behind another slow foursome, and so on.
After the front 9, I was 11 over, so it didn't really seem like anything was going to happen. But then, it did. Because the round was slow, it gave me a lot of time to think about my putts. I actually looked at my putts from behind the ball, in front of the ball, and the side. As a result, I made a bunch of clutch putts for par. Hubby actually complimented me on my putting, and I could see that he meant it. It was sweeter than being given a dozen roses.
Six holes into the back 9, I'd made 4 pars. It's amazing how making pars helps keep your score low. I finished with 6 over on the back 9, which is the lowest I'd ever made on a back 9. 11 + 6 = 17, and 72 + 17 = 89. So I shot an 89. A very good score for me.
Life is good when the golf is good. And when it's bad, life's awful. Here's hoping for the good life... at least for what's left of the season.
