First you are up and then you are down, such is the inconsistent sport of golf. Double bogey – triple bogey even the professionals have bad rounds. There is comfort in knowing that “golf is not a game of perfect,” the fitting book title of noted sports psychologist Bob Rotella. Great – since golf is not a game of perfect, now I am off the hook. I can be OK with the idiosyncracies of my golf game.
Today for example I missed a number of shots and lost my cool for a brief moment. I swung my club wildly like a baseball bat in a fit of frustration. (No one was nearby). I laughed and asked my friend, “Are there any ill tempered professional golf players the likes of John McEnroe or Jimmy Conners?” (Sorry guys – there must be some women as well.) My friend didn’t recall and neither did I. I do however have fond memories of my favorite tennis stars throwing tantrums.
Today I was not going to throw a tantrum. First of all, I am a grown woman and second of all it is only golf. As most golfers will say, “You can not take this game too seriously!” I couldn’t agree more.
