I recently played in a golf tournament that we’ve played in for three years running now. I love the sense of anticipation and optimism with which we always start a round. You have a tendency to feel like this is the day we go low.
Turned out that wasn’t the case this time around. We struggled mightily. We could get to the green most times with a shot at birdie, but usually had long putts. We each had two mulligans and ended up using the last three on the last hole to try and get an eagle, but to no avail. Golf is hard.
Personally, I have no reason to get mad about any aspect of my game—this was the second time I played in 2024. Still great to be out, though, to be with friends, get some relatively fresh air and exercise. And there’s always the hope that maybe next time will be the time we put it all together.
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