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Typical DC fall. It's raining on friday, after having a week of really lovely weather. Normally, I would be disappointed - but...
Today, I was scheduled to go golfing with the Captain and PMs.
I have a strange relationship with Golf. I have a strong distaste for what golf is and what it represents. Yet, at the same time, I recognize just how fascinating a sport it can be to play.
Excelling at golf requires discipline, concentration, focus... losing yourself, gripping and ripping. When let loose a really nice drive, or make a great chip or putt, there's a tremendously rewarding feeling.
However... I can't maintain that sort of poise playing golf. I just can't. And so, I never manage to string together more than two or three good shots before the inevitable horrendous shank or slice. And so, on the golf course, I tend to suck ass.
I'm a perfectionist - I like to play, but I'll never be completely content doing anything that I suck at. Adequate, I can live with. But suckitude makes me angry.
You can play football angry. You can play basketball, angry. I've even bowled angrily. But anger is useless on the golf course.
It's supposed to be this relaxing working-social engagement. And I can't relax because (as of yet) I am unable to shake my self-competetive drive. It's funny. Although I'm pretty reluctant to do more than slowdance, I can live with being a crappy dancer. Generally, I can opt out of these activities I suck at, but when the boss invites you to golf, you say yes. I tried to play off my craptacularity with much humor - but inside I was very not happy.
Oh, but it rained. Am pleased. Will not have to go fishing for titleists today.
Today, I was scheduled to go golfing with the Captain and PMs.
I have a strange relationship with Golf. I have a strong distaste for what golf is and what it represents. Yet, at the same time, I recognize just how fascinating a sport it can be to play.
Excelling at golf requires discipline, concentration, focus... losing yourself, gripping and ripping. When let loose a really nice drive, or make a great chip or putt, there's a tremendously rewarding feeling.
However... I can't maintain that sort of poise playing golf. I just can't. And so, I never manage to string together more than two or three good shots before the inevitable horrendous shank or slice. And so, on the golf course, I tend to suck ass.
I'm a perfectionist - I like to play, but I'll never be completely content doing anything that I suck at. Adequate, I can live with. But suckitude makes me angry.
You can play football angry. You can play basketball, angry. I've even bowled angrily. But anger is useless on the golf course.
It's supposed to be this relaxing working-social engagement. And I can't relax because (as of yet) I am unable to shake my self-competetive drive. It's funny. Although I'm pretty reluctant to do more than slowdance, I can live with being a crappy dancer. Generally, I can opt out of these activities I suck at, but when the boss invites you to golf, you say yes. I tried to play off my craptacularity with much humor - but inside I was very not happy.
Oh, but it rained. Am pleased. Will not have to go fishing for titleists today.
