Not Tiger Woods

I was reminded again this weekend why I don't golf. My father wanted to take my son out on the links so I joined them. I hit my usually array of bad shots, most of them resulting in losing the ball. Or me looking for the ball in tall grass, or woods, or tall grass in woods. I did have one good hole. On the second hole, I hit 3-wood (I don't use the driver much because I hook it much more than the 3-wood) and then 7-wood. That put me a little short of the elevated green. I punched up with an 8-iron and walked over to the cart to get my putter. I joined the other three on the green. There was only three balls and they were all lining up putts. I surveyed the situation and couldn't figure out how mine had flown the green. It hadn't. I sauntered up to the hole to pull the flag and just check. It was there and the ball line was still visible in the dew on the green. So I start hollering and screaming in my dad's backswing. Needless to say, that was the apex of my game and it was all downhill after that.

I also got a math lesson too. There was a twosome in front of us. They consisted of people you might know so I will disguise their names. So Fatherinlawowicz smacks his tee shot a whopping 20 yards. This is followed by Nosajious cranking out about 400 yards, most of it sideways into some fenced in yard. Fatherinlawowicz knocks his next shot most clearly out of bounds to the left. The hole is a dog leg right. Nosajious hits the next shot into the same marshy area to the left. After that we lost track of thier game due to taking our own shots. But somehow they were both able to get up and down from about 200 yards away for birdies or pars. I mean Nosajious was hitting four if he even found his ball, which is a long shot, but who am I to judge.