Okay, so I’m addicted to the game and to the beauty that is the Tarandowah Golfers Club. And I see analogies to life as I set off with my clubs. Eighteen holes. A journey from infancy to old age. Hmm. I wonder what hole I’m on now. How about 14? I’ll take that. I just don’t want to be on the 18th green, facing a three-foot putt. But none of us know when the final hole-out will come. I best enjoy my walk on the pretty green lands.
Let’s contemplate the sweet spot. If I hit the ball on the central area of my clubhead, it’s effortless and high and long. Some of my moments in life are like that. I don’t do anything … wonders just decide to surround me. Maybe a smile, a flower, or writing this blog. And then there are the times when my golf ball hits the shaft of the club and zooms into the rough way to my right. Or a toe hit. Either one feels yucky, like hitting a stone. Away from the course, I might say the wrong thing or stumble on the sidewalk. Perhaps I can’t remember what I went down to the basement for. Or how about constipation? No sweet spot there.
I’ve never broken 100 at Tarandowah. I’ve created a personal par of two over par for each hole. That would give me a score of 106. Two days ago, I finished the front nine with 49, four under my par. Oh bliss! I saw future golfing glory spread before me on the back nine. Then I “birdied” the 10th … five under par. What a good boy am I. On the 11th, a long par four, I hit a fine drive that unfortunately wandered right, slipping into a bunker. No sweat. Just a little sand shot to get back onto the fairway. All this is sort of like a perfect day at work – crossing off items from my “to do” list, saying wise things in meetings, having people smile and nod approval. And then …
It took me six shots to get out of that trap. My final score on the 11th was 16. Felt like a layoff notice.
Whether heroic or devastating, the journey continues to the 18th green. Miles from performance issues, I simply walk the fairway. And I will continue to do so until my ball drops into that final hole.