Earlier this spring I took a look at how much golf I was playing and didn’t like what I saw. I only played four times in two years.
How could I legitimately promote the game to anyone, much less women, if I never played? I had a list of reasons why, but who cares! So I signed up for TWO golf leagues: a Friday evening league with the EWGA (Chicago) and a Wednesday afternoon league at the Meadows, a local municipal course.
With the prospect of playing twice a week in front of (or with) women players I took a golf lesson and started to practice, the best way I know to get up to speed.
My first game was May 8 and I actually counted every stroke. The other three players included a rank rookie, a veteran whose best game might be 115 and a decent player who probably breaks 90 more often than not.
My game was grim. However, most of my extra strokes were a result of lousy course management rather than swing mechanics. Thus, there was hope.