Golf is an amazing sport.
As I sit and write this blog, I’m still thinking about the game I just completed.
On Monday morning, my dad and I tried to hit the course. The rain delayed our round a couple of hours, but we still played.
As a late Father’s Day present, my dad and I played nine holes in overcast and wet conditions. The last nine was played in sunshine and perfect conditions.
Only two days before, golf was again at the center of my festivities.
It was Saturday morning and we still had a few hours before the big day began.
My friend, who was going to be married a few hours later, decided he would like to play a round on the morning of this monumental event.
He and I have been friends for most of our lives and throughout our friendship, golf is at the center of most of our memories.
It was only fitting a day like this would begin on the course.
Although he wouldn’t admit to it, I think his nerves played a role in his score — which was a little higher than normal. That, of course, led to a rare victory for me. He later used that as an excuse to explain his emotions at the altar.
We had a great foursome that morning: the groom-to-be, the best man, the groom’s father and myself. It proved to be a great start to a truly memorable day.
A few weeks earlier, we were on the same course — the course we grew up on — for his bachelor party. It was one of the few times I’ve played since I moved to Worthington, and it brought back memories.
My friend and I reminisced about the “good ol’ days” when we used to have our parents bring us to the course because we weren’t old enough to drive.
On the long par 5 that led back to the clubhouse, we had a small bet. On the right side of the fairway was an old tree. Whoever hit it to the tree had to buy the round of Mountain Dews at the clubhouse.
Looking back, that tree wasn’t very far at all.
We laugh about it now, but those are memories we’ll have forever.
On Saturday, we made new memories. We’ll forever talk about this day — and the round that preceded it.
And coincidently, whenever he celebrates his anniversary, I’ll be celebrating one of the few times I have ever beaten him.