“Many years ago, I came to Myrtle Beach on a golf trip with the family of my now ex-wife….and no, the divorce was not a result of me leaving her behind to play golf with the boys one (or fifty) times too many!
Anyway, on day two of the trip, we played a course known for a beautiful island green hole. I won’t mention the name, but let’s just say yhat it was named after it’s signature hole. My partner for the round was my ex-brother-in-law, Doug, who happened to be a scratch golfer. (I, on the other hand, am…..well…..NOT a scratch golfer…..and let’s just leave it at that!)
When we reached the signature island green hole, I was very excited, as I had never played a true island green before. I really wanted to make par or better on this hole. If I could pull that off, the round would be a huge success, regardless of what happened on the other seventeen holes. (Given my talent or lack thereof on the golf course, it really doesn’t take too much for me to call a day of golf a success.) I teed it up and hit a rare perfect drive right down the middle! The ball came to rest right next to the 100-yard marker on the fairway. At that time in my career, that meant that I was a perfect pitching wedge out…..and I was feeling really good.
I lined up over the ball. I put a pretty good swing on it, but I pushed it just enough to drop it pin-high, but in the drink to the right of the green. So disappointing!
I normally would have been very happy proceding to the drop zone and finishing the hole from there….but not on this particular hole! There was nobody pushing us and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to try again. I dropped another ball, lined up and hit what appeared to be a perfect shot. This one landed on the green directly behind the flag stick, but rolled off the back side and into the drink once again.
Okay, now it was just for the princple of it! Forget my score for the hole or for the round for that matter. My pride was on the line. I had to go into my bag for another ball, but I was determined to stick one on this beautiful island green. I took my time and made a great swing. With perfect loft, the little white ball headed directly towards the flag stick.. i stepped back to admire my efforts. This had to be the one. The ball made its descent towards the dance floor…..then came the awful sound of ball-on-wood, followed by a visible splash. It bounced off the the very top of the face of the island bulkhead directly in front of the hole……and in the drink for a third time.
It was at that point that I looked behind me and realized that Doug (remember my scratch golfer partner for the day, Doug?) was literally lying on the fairway (somehow silently) laughing and trying desperately to catch his breath. I guess I hadn’t noticed up to that point, but apparently, he was amused is some way by my trifecta of failures. …..yes. thanks for caring, Doug!
It was at that precise moment that I came to the realization that it was time to pick up and move on. That beautiful island green would still be there for another round on another day and I would return with (hopefully) my best game once again.
Sadly, I have never had the opportunity to return to that course and based on a quick search of the internet, it looks like I may never have that opportunity. So sad!
Oh well, I guess the game will always be slightly better than I, but that will never stop me from trying to land that perfect shot on that beautiful green, wherever it may be.”