Monday, June 06/16
Got home from work to find the son heading out to play some soccer with his buddies and didn't feel like doing anything around the house and figured my golf would be limited this week post surgery so I loaded the sticks into the car and headed over to GlenMar to play a quick 9.
Course was pretty empty and I was able to play the back 9, which is the old front 9, and that made me smile as both the par 5's on this side of the course are long yet playable, offering me some opportunities for a solid par, sometimes it's been a birdie on the 3rd hole but never on the 6th as that monster takes 4 good shots to get on the green and I do mean good as in both long and accurate, stray off the fairway at your own peril on this one my friend.
Bogeyed the opening hole after a weak tee shot that was saved by a nice 5 iron from just inside the first cut off the fairway. Bogeyed the short par 3 2nd when I put my weak as wet paper tee shot short of the bunker and had to play my wedge to the back of the green and ended up 2 putting.
The 3rd is when my game woke up, sort of, when I crushed my drive about 245 yards and left myself around 220 to the green. Followed that up with an almost perfect 4 hybrid that left me about 40 yards and than the proverbial wheels fell off as I left my wedge short and had to chip on to about 6 feet from the hole. I ended up putting for a par and that should have made me feel good but my game was off and it was affecting my mood.
My mind seemed to wander from thought to thought and usually this is good for me when I play a round as it lets me just enjoy the moment but for some reason it made it harder for me to choose clubs and execute my swing. I seemed to leave a lot of my shots short and it sort of frustrated me but not overly.
Before I knew it I was walking down the 9th fairway after a decent tee shot and paused as I realized my round was almost over and I didn't even realize the holes were flying by. I had to lay up short of the creek/pond that guards the front edge of the green but nailed a perfect wedge that let me finish the round with a nice downhill 5 footer for the 2nd par of the round.
As I walked back to my car I knew I hadn't played well nor had I played all that bad but it just seemed to leave sour taste in my mouth.
Maybe the crazy day at work had a negative impact, maybe thoughts of the surgery were lurking in my subconscious, and maybe it was just one of those days.
All things considered, time spent on the course is time well spent.
Marcus
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