Golf is very unpleasant when the zen of the game is disturbed. I have played golf three times a week for the last ten years and I can count on one one hand the number of people I won’t play with. Unfortunately one of them is my next door neighbor who is a cheating bastard.
The only time I see people get heated is when they see slow play. They then blame every bad shot they make on those in front of them, even though the back up could be caused a foursome thats five groups ahead. A few weeks ago I had a guy go nuts on me after the 18th, and I was waiting on every hole. I thought we were headed for a fist fight until I talked him down. I was in shock with his rage.
“Unfortunately one of them is my next door neighbor who is a cheating bastard.”
I used to keep score. I had a pretty decent handicap and when I went in the military we used to do a lot of best ball tournaments, scrambles and the like.
I judge my game by how many balls lost and to be honest I have lost very few golf balls. I can keep a ball in play the entire round and feel that I’ve played a good round, and there are many rounds that I have played where that ball was with me from start to finish.
There was one time that I worked an LPGA driving range towel monkey and the volunteers got a free game at Kingsmill in Williamsburg Virginia. It was a fine autumn day and I think I lost probably seven balls that day that hid under leaves, I was pissed, but that’s the most balls I think I have ever lost not only in one game but in a 5 or 6 years worth of rounds.
I par quite a bit and bogey some, never eagled and never holed in one.
I thoroughly enjoy the driving range and more often than not will work out on a bucket and then head home.