Several recent threads on the forum got me thinking, what is it that I really love about golf. Why do I spend precious time and money on a sport that I am decent at, but certainly can't call myself good. My (unofficial) handicap is now at 10.7. It is only that low because of some very good rounds that I played late last year, so it is probably a bit lower than it realistically should be. I would love to get down a bit more into the single digit range, but I'm not sure if I can make that happen. Perhaps moving to Florida and not having the 3-4 month winter break will keep me warm this year and prevent those higher springtime scores that raise my handicap. I love shooting good scores, but that is really not what excites me about the game.
I love walking the fairways and seeing the birds and other wildlife. Not too long ago, I was playing my home course in Ohio for the last time and noticed this guy swimming around in the water.
Then there was this guy hanging out in the grass last year.
I've seen bald eagles, hawks, deer, and yes, lots of groundhogs on that course. Thankfully I have yet to encounter alligators or venomous snakes here in Florida. I do love nature, but that isn't what gets me out on the course. Lord knows there are much less expensive ways to view wildlife.
I have fond memories of following my Dad and Grandpa around Penn Terra golf course (now closed) as a youngster. I had my own clubs and a cart and would whack my ball along as they played. My dad would have me pick up my ball after a few "worm burners" and drop it by his ball. That would infuriate me to no end. I wanted to hit it past them so bad it hurt. That is what leads me to what I love the most about golf. It's this guy.
That's right. It's the big dog. The annihilator. The Dig D. The Boss. I love hitting the driver. Approach shots, pitches, chips, putting are all things that I need to do to finish the hole and post a score, but this guy is what drives me (pun intended) to keep playing. I just want to hit it further and further. It will misbehave every now and then, but it is truly my BFF. If I were to get remarried today, this would be my best man.
Perhaps if I learned to love my other clubs as much, I could reach that single digit handicap.