The Older We Get, The Further We Used to Hit It
Getting older is inevitable unless you are a vampire or one of the walking dead. As a golfer, the aging process becomes noticeable in a number of ways.
While many of us senior citizens remain in reasonably good shape and still have some limberness, one can’t help but notice the inevitable signs of getting older. My physician has started the process of freezing off bits of my head and hands from years of sun exposure. Hats and sun screen were for sissies back in the day. Haircuts for we oldsters remove mostly gray hair if we are lucky enough to still have some. Sadly, after age 60 the places where hair grows most successfully are the nose and ears.
When stuck behind a foursome of senior citizens I used to think to myself, “let’s hope the old farts keep it moving.” Now I suspect younger players that are behind my group think the same thing. Our “club without real estate” is comprised of about 200 members age 50 to 90. A few years ago I was one of the new “kids” taking money from the older established members. Now I suspiciously eye those youthful 50 year olds who hit the ball a mile and want to get their fingers into my wallet.
Some of us were once was able to hit 2 or 3-irons. For me the 3 iron was replaced years ago by another lofted fairway wood. Recently the 4-iron was dropped for a hybrid and I have started thinking about the 5-iron. At this rate, irons are going to become an endangered species in my bag. Most seniors with whom I play tell similar stories.
Those seniors who still walk often rely on push and pull carts now. While I still carry and walk 18, I find myself sitting and taking a breather a bit more often. Some of those modern push carts are starting to look pretty good on the back nine. While I haven’t noticed any appreciable drop-off in my game so far, I am not looking forward to the day when golf technology no longer advances faster than my skill level diminishes.
There are a couple of silver linings to the dark clouds of the aging process. At many courses I qualify for Senior rates. As a noted cheap … frugal golfer, it is nice to pay 25-50% less than the regular rate. Also, my age has opened up a wealth of tournament opportunities that were not available when I was younger. During the summer months it is unusual for me not have a competition in which to play each week.
It is also easier to boast and brag unchallenged. For example, "When I was a youngster, I could hit that old persimmon driver 275 yards easily. Sadly, you can now see how much distance I have lost." Okay, maybe I never owned a persimmon driver, maple laminate was the best i could do. And that 275 yard drive was probably hit in mid-summer on an unwatered fairway ... and it was headed O.B.!
Lastly, each year gets me closer to shooting my age. Judging from the play of a 90 year old I have come to know, there may be hope for me. This amazing gentleman invited me to play the University of Michigan course with him this past summer. I had to play my absolute best in order to tie his “75.”
The more I think about it, maybe getting older isn't so bad. It certainly beats the alternative.
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