I feel like I've been on a mystical journey. A golf journey. A golf journey with pebbles in my shoes and not on my beaches. Stupid pebbles.
I kinda dropped outta the oobosphere - it was not due to any misoobthropy, but rather because I needed to enter scores into the RCGA online thingy and so, not wanting to enter scores twice and being kinda busy with (he spits) w-o-r-k, I kinda became disenoobchised.
But now, I have had a revelation, a new awakening, a Phoenician formula, if you please, and I intend to awaken and arise. I shall oob, once more, brothers and sistahs. I shall and that's a gimme.
I missed it: the aggrandized driving distances; the overstimulated (bad Starbucks!) insanely detailed, midnight oil, over-analysis of all technical matters; the haughty pronouncements of golf equipment salesmen in sheep's clothing (translation: buy more stuff!); the frustrated rants of golfers who for all their piteous experiences seemed to me to be almost divine - having endured golf's tortures and tribulations and still coming back for "mo".
My mystical journey has been a hard one, too. And with precious little righteous divinity - let's round it off to none - I'm afraid. Some soul-searching. Some dementia (I think I golfed 14 holes with a blue dragonfly on my golf bag a while ago. I spoke to her (?) but thankfully - she did not speak back.)
Anyway, my revelation - such as it is - is that I am done fixin
to golf. I'm gonna play
golf now. See -- I came back to golf after a 15-year dry spell: working, cottaging, raising kids. The kids grew up and I moved to a climate where I could golf year-round; a place with an abundance of courses. Aside from a bone-on-bone knee joint, I was in OK shape and I came back to golf. Big time.
had changed, equipment had changed - the game itself was preserved but . . . different. Still good, sometimes great, but different. So I spent a lot of time trying out clubs (what the F is a hybrid?), reading stuff online, watching the Tiger Woods Channel, playing many rounds and practicing lots. Tinkering. Fixin to golf. I lost weight and got myself more flexible. (My joints still sound like a coffee mill when I get up from my desk/bed for a frequent potty break, but I have a little more of a turn now - even in winter.)
And now - that's it. I'm done fixin. I am gonna swing hard (and, as they say at SMT, "you might hit something"), take the bad with the good and resign myself to fate. I have lots of great golf buddies, I walk miles every day, I can swear like a drunken Russian wh*re and I get to spend hours each day in nature. Me and my dragonfly.
Look out OOB, I'm BACK!
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