The Annual Club Championship golf tournament is over. Brutal is all I can say.
On Day 1: By the end of the first nine, my handicapped was all used up. Luckily, in the back nine, I recovered to minimize the damage with some respectable results. And I managed 30 putts, which was good.
On Day 2: Nothing worked! It was a day when everything could go wrong, went wrong. Numbing is the only way to describe my outing. I did 43 putts: no words to describe this, and no need to elaborate further.
I came back crushed and broken, but wallowing will not erase this. Then again, I ask myself, maybe I am not cut out for competitive golf anymore, but to remain a social golfer.
I have a non-competitive round this coming Thursday on the same course where I got beaten to a pulp. I hope to fair better to purge myself from this dreadful episode. I know I can; we shall see.
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