Don't call me a showoff, but I played golf this morning. Trust me when I say that it had nothing to do with starting a blog. You dont know me yet, and I swear this isnt typical.
I dont usually go out with the boys on work nights. I certainly don't usually rock out until 2:30 in the morning when I have work the next day. And I dont know that I have ever woken up at 6 AM after doing and decided, hey, I'm going to go play golf before work.
Like I said, I wasnt exactly anticipating playing golf when I went to bed at 2:30. But silly me, I had told a notoriously flakey golf buddy that I would play a few holes with him this morning before leaving work yesterday. We never really set a time, nor did we choose a course. And after our discussion I promptly forgot about it. Turns out I am the flakey one.
Much to my surprise my phone rang at 6 AM. And it rang again at 6:01. I'm not going to lie, I was not happy when I saw my friends name pop up when I looked at the phone. I knew what it meant, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. I picked up the phone as my girlfriend groaned and rolled over. I told him there was no way. I was out last night and I feel like trash.
I hung up the phone feeling guilty. This guy is a good friend, and a great golf partner. I thought, "am I really that guy who bails on a round of golf?" Hell no. I called him back and told him to pick me up in ten minutes.
We headed down to Haines Point and played the nine-hole par 33 White Course. Its not much, but it gets the job done when you need a quick fix.
I played about as well as i felt. I was about ten or eleven over by the end of the nine. Not much to write home about but it could have worse considering that I didnt hit a single green in regulation. It could have been worse.
Who am I kidding, it couldn't have been better. I could have kept sleeping and been "that guy who bails on his friend." Good morning. Good morning...