I love playing golf.  More than that, I love playing golf well, which doesn’t happen often enough.  Last night, the planets were aligned and the stars predicted great things, because I shot a 43.

Yeah, what’s the big deal?

If I played more often, that would be a regular score, maybe lower.  But since I only play once a week, that’s pretty good.  You also need to consider that usually I shoot about 7 strokes higher.

Wednesday nights are my league night.  It’s just a bunch of regular guys, playing on a challenging, but not well-kept, golf course.  One of the guys in the storeroom recruited me to play four years ago.  I took last summer off, but I wanted to play this year to help me get back in touch with the game.  I had made it a priority a long time ago, put in on the backburner for the kids.  I hardly played at all. 

Now that my son wants to play the game, I’ve been spending more time playing.  It’s nice to see him interested in the game.  We get to spend some good time together, getting a little exercise and riding that emotional roller coaster that is golf.

By the way, did I mention this was my lowest score in 2 years, and lowest ever in league play?