I have spoken before about golf. We have recently taken up playing on a regular basis, although I’m not sure I should say we are playing golf. The way my wife and I play, it is more like flog than golf.
This morning, another player spoke to us; he called golf “A most humbling game.’ He went on to say that he had played sports since he was in school, and that he considered himself good in all of them, but golf was, to him, a humbling game. We laughed with him and agreed.
Unless you get to a certain level of play, you can’t control the factors that can make or break your play. A slightly different angle of the club face can result in either a putt that just misses the cup, maybe even spinning around the rim and back out, or dropping in as planned. I have even seen professional golfers suffer the same fault, by the way. It’s not just us duffers that make these kinds of mistakes.
Golf is just one of a series of ‘humbling games.’ I find life its own self is a bit humbling. I tend to be in awe of life, hoping for the best, but not completely sure how things will work out. Maybe that’s why I play golf; it’s like a compact version of life: life writ small. Maybe that’s why we use the term ‘puttering along.’
I don’t really have a wrap up for this right now, probably I will post it and then edit it later. Today is Thursday, and I said that I would post something every Thursday unless I am unable. So, today is Thursday, the first day of Spring, and life and golf are humbling. Have a great week.