Is anybody blogging today?
Tyler is playing in his Annual Memorial Weekend 4 Day Golf Marathon.
He started this thing 9 years ago with a couple of friends. Now there are about 40 guys that participate. As the men have gotten older, some do not play all 4 days, they do things with their families instead.
Not my husband.
Mine plays all 4 days and I am OK with that.
Mostly because I know how he lives to play golf and I can see his “Golf Guilt” when he gets home.
I hate seeing his “Golf Guilt” because I know he is exhausted and he knows he is exhausted and we both know what he really needs is a good steak and a long nap, but he comes home to do “quality family stuff” with his family.
And that is really sweet.
When we were dating, his group of friends asked him if I wanted to play, knowing that I played golf. So when Tyler said to me, “I would really like it if you played this weekend,” and we had only been dating 4 months, do you know what I said?
I said, “Okay.”
And then I started to gag and shake because that is what I do when I get nervous.
I shake uncontrollably.
So I stood on the 1st tee and shook and I proceeded to shake my way through the 5th tee box, but then I got into a groove.
By the 18th hole my little 4 some was cheering me on because I had, no exaggeration here, 6 birdies that day!
I also had about 6 double bogeys.
Can you say inconsistent?
Nonetheless, the “little woman” had done her boyfriend proud and I was the talk of the day, not to mention I took home $150 in cash.
So they asked me to play the next day as well.
Well… I didn’t fare as well that day, but I did win The Long Drive.
Over about 32 men.
This did not go over so well.
There was Team Laura vs. Team Stupid Men Who Could Never Hit the Ball 320 Yards Who Were Just Jealous.
The next year I played just one day and I did okay again, still shaking my way around the course. Remembering the Long Drive controversy of the previous year I made sure not to come close.
OK who am I kidding… I just didn’t hit the ball well that day.
And then I played last year…
Now here is a woman who pretty much plays one round a year since having a baby. I am not that good anymore, but I do have what I like to call, “moments of brilliance.”
The course we played on was the course I worked at for 9 years. It was a really great day. I was back home, so to speak, and I was with Tyler having fun.
I made the mistake of sinking about a 20 foot putt winning the Long Putt of the day.
But again, there was controversy.
Yes, really. Apparently those who were not on Team Laura thought I had an unfair advantage since I had worked at the course.
So I told them to just get better.
No I totally didn’t, but I wanted to since the people in question, shot a 120 and I shot an 87.
So I am not playing this year. I am blogging instead.
And this is why I am a Weekend Widow.