That's what my dad told me tonight to try and comfort me after my craptastic driving range outing. You see, I am playing golf with my mechanical/plumbing subcontractor and some coworkers on Wednesday, and I haven't played golf in ohhh probably a year. I like golf. I find it enjoyable, but my biggest incentive in agreeing to play was spending the afternoon outside rather than staring at my computer checking submittals and answering email after email. I consider myself a decent golfer for a girl, not good by any means but my mediocre skills combined with the fact that I can use the girl excuse keeps me on a respectable level. I decided it was probably a good idea to go hit a few balls tonight so I would be loose for the 18 holes Wednesday. Was the practice necessary? Absolutely. Was it reassuring? Not in the least.
Here's hoping we play best ball and not traditional golf because God help me if I have to fend for myself for 18. Looks like golf lessons are in my near future. Can you say Christmas present?
This is what I felt like today. I probably looked better but didn't hit the ball as far as this chump.
