I used to play a bit of golf earlier on, especially B.C.(before children).
At least enough to improve somewhat and to know that I needed to play a lot
more to get any better. I liked golf because it was really about bettering
your own score as opposed to bettering your opponent. And this is where the
game really became a mental challenge. Staying focused and on top of your
game. All this in spite of how bad your last hole was or whatever else is on
your mind at that moment. Even the best players fall prey to this mental
game. Tiger Woods for instance.
I haven’t played in over six years. Life kind of took over and now there
never seems to be time to devote to a round. It’ll have to remain on my list
of things I can do “later on” when there’s more opportunity to do so. For
now, I take comfort in living vicariously through my characters. With a few
brush strokes, they can play better than I ever did, hit farther than I ever
could or simply take form my own style of playing and occasionally miss the
ball! For Ben, hope springs eternal.
