I have a tip that can take 5 strokes off anyone’s game: it’s called an eraser
— Arnold Palmer
I’m in Palm Springs with my fiancée who, along with her sister, is preparing for the LPGA Qualifying school which will take place here next month. I played 18 holes with them on Sunday and then promptly died.
It was 110 degrees, and the cart guy told me “at least you won’t be playing when it’s really hot.” The girls will play the next 3 days across two courses, and while it is beautiful country, I feel like this whole area should be blocked off or quarantined. The heat is just insane – coming here from 7300 feet in Colorado is like going from rolling around in the snow and running back into the hot tub, only terrible.
I’m terrible at golf – it’s not a sport that consumes me the way it does many others, but I enjoy it, and everyone in my fiancée’s family plays in college or professionally. It turns out this works really well – if you’ve ever seen a puppy wander into a scrum of full-grown dogs, they usually exit unscathed while the adults are aware of but effectively ignore the pup. This is my experience with world-class golfers as I bumble along happily taking several clubs with me into the woods as the pros play their Drive/wedge strategy which is severely lacking in the creativity that I believe my (topped) Driver, (shanked) 5-iron, (left) 7-iron and STUCK THE LANDING wedge progression brings to the game. That’s my approach on a Par 4 of course, don’t get me started on the marathon that is a long Par 5.
The good news is I have a great WiFi connection, a pool, and people I like being with so this is working out just fine.