Originally Posted by bdbl

OK, I've decided to adopt this thread as my occasional (far more occasional than Slats, The Dog or Scragger) journal.

Especially as I'm tempted to give up again.

Woke up this morning, Father's Day - by 11:00 offspring still asleep (how do teenagers do that?) so went to range. Met mate, decided to have a round.

First 9 (we play the 9 twice) Tony keeps the card, I just tell him whats what after each hole. 3rd hole realise that we are playing off the competition tees. Never mind, resolve to do best.

Finish the 9 to find I'm 44 (par 35) playing bogey golf, previous best off the men's non medal tees 41 in better conditions (its a bit windy today) so v. happy.

Second 9 make a REALLY stupid mistake on every hole trying to force it to a PB.

52.

Depressed.

But looking on the bright side. Not giving up really. Just have to realise that the most important distance in my game is the bit between my ears.