The other night I was out at a golf driving range, with a couple of mates.
It’s something we do whenever we get the chance, meet out there, smash some golf balls out into a paddock, tell stories, listen to each other. Really its just an excuse to hang out together, but there is a little golf as well.
When you’re the kind of golfer I am (most accurately described as a hacker!) there are lots of experiences that are common.
There is the experience of spending long frustrating periods searching for a golf ball in the long rough.
There is the experience of watching putt after putt miss left, right, short and sometimes go straight over the hole.
There is the experience of that mysterious slice, seemingly un-correctable.
There is the experience of the ball screaming along inches above the ground instead of launching skyward in a truly beautiful arc (a phenomenon we hack golfers call “the worm burner”).
On this particular night, I was reminded of another regular experience for hopeless golfers. Continue reading