Dang…. This is why I hate competitive golf. Golf for me is fun and an excuse to smoke great cigars and be outside.
I’m around a ten handicap, some weekends I shoot 77, some weekends 85… who knows what’s coming. I don’t practice enough nor do I really care enough, I just enjoy my time outside and thankful that I have a wife who encourages me to take time for myself.
One of my friends invited me to his club, this club had a PGA event end a day prior and the viewing stands were still up around the course. We get to the tee box and one member was hell bent on a money match. I declined nicely.. they all pressed, I finally said that I would do whatever. We settled on a $20 Nassau… so not that much… until we started pressing.
We didn’t play the tiger tees but the course was still tough. Lightning fast greens, thick tall rough… really amazing shape.
I played so well… fairways and greens, par after par. I dealt with the comments the whole match, “you brought a ringer… sandbagger… a 10, give me a break.”
needless to say… after the presses they owed money. On 18, I took my hat off and said “Gents, I don’t want your money, I didn’t even want to bet, but I’m happy to buy you a beer.” They left without paying and my buddy started to lay into them until I stopped him. I had great cigars, on a beautiful day, on a great golf course, played incredibly well and I couldn’t care less about them.
Find better people to play with mate… sometimes that means a better course too Life is short and as my Dad would tell me, the game of golf always brings out the man you are.