After work on Friday, the Coach and I squeaked in 9 holes of golf before glow balls would have been necessary.
I have discovered that my first hole of the round is usually the most pathetic display of athleticism. The last two rounds were 17 and 13. Not even joking. 17. On ONE hole. Bubba Watson probably shoots that in 9 holes. Note to self: Go to the driving range to warm up .
The rest of the round turned out to be the best of my season, thus far. Yeah, yeah its only the third round, but still, I thought that breaking 70 would be my goal of the entire summer. Woot! Point, Lisa!
After the sun had set and my drive was finally finding the outer right-hand side of the fairway, we called it a night and headed into the club house to enter in our scores. (I still need to determine a handicap, despite the fact that I still have zero clue what that is or does for me. I just need to enter that in every time I golf. OK. I'll ask Coach later.)
I had yet to set up my name in the computron and after getting a speed tutorial, we entered in my first score of the season (175) and my score from tonight. I punch in my new low score I was extremely excited to show off, and then we had to punch in the old one.
1-7-5. Enter.
"I don't think that is actually a score!" says the mean spirited computer. Exclamation point and all. Jerk. I don't think you are actually a computer.
Turns out I can only count 10 strokes a hole. Really. Well then. I guess my score is about to get lower.
No comments:
Post a Comment