A Really Crappy Golf Game
And so the obvious negative consequence of not getting to sleep until 3 AM last night was that I woke up tired this morning. What the heck did I expect not even getting 4 hours of sleep? Not only was I tired, I couldn't focus. And so I should have expected that I was not going to have a good golf game. But I did not expect to have the WORST game I've had in over a year though. There was no sugarcoating this. I even tried to cheat on some holes. Many holes. It did not help. Even Greg and Scott and Chris just sort of let me have do-overs and mulligans feeling sorry for me no doubt. My first shot off the tee went straight down the fairway right down the middle. And that would be the last good shot I will manage to hit the entire fucking morning. Every hole was a nightmare. Hole 2 I whacked my tee shot right into the grass. Couldn't find my ball so I had to drop. Hole 3 I yanked it to the left from the tee so bad it went past the fence. And then I overhit it from there. I just simply didn't have any control at all today, not that that was ever my strong suit anyway. I had a decent tee shot on Hole 4, but followed it with 2 whiffs in a row <sigh>. On the short Hole 5 everyone hit the ball right in front of the tee. Except me. Mine hit a tree. And I got to where everyone was a shot later. And on Hole 6, I managed to keep the tee shot in, but under the trees. I whiffed twice more on the fairway. It was like my hand-eye coordination was completely out of whack. On Hole 7 I finally managed a 6. And tied for the hole but I had a drop so it actually was a 7, but they gave me a mercy tie. On Hole 8 I dropped it in front of the green, but hit it short after that. And on Hole 8, I had decent drive from the tee, but kept hitting it to the right of the entire hole the rest of the way. I was so dispirited by this point I just wanted the game to be over and I can regroup. I was more embarassed for myself than anything and that doesn't happen often. I was so stunned at how badly I played I drove around Pasadena and San Marino for a good half hour, stopping by In-n-Out to pick up lunch before I found myself on the 10 Freeway to drive home.
The crappy game stuck with me in the afternoon too. I just crashed on the couch, ate my burger, and turned on the latest Netflix binge watch to get my mind out of that shitty game I played. That would be Warrior Nun. When I finally tried to think through what happened, I concluded it was a combination of being tired from having stayed up really late the night before, AND not getting relaxed enough. I was rushed the entire damn game. I was hacking away like I had never played golf before. Never getting settled enough to hit a clean shot whenever I was on the fairway. The last time i played like this was the day I had Bells Palsy and I tried to play Roosevelt. But I had an excuse then. Maybe it wasn't such a good excuse after all. I just had anxious energy and THAT is what I need to release and relax from. I had that negative energy at Roosevelt and I had it this morning. I would have remained planted on the couch for the duration of the day, possibly the evening until I got a phone call from Lisa in Newport Beach. She was asking me for a favor... to roll out her garbage cans. I agreed if only to get my ass off the couch and do SOMETHING productive. And actually, that really did get me going. It was already 6 PM but at least I did something for someone. I got her trash cans out and stayed to water her lettuce and the citrus plants. How much did i spend back in the day watering these things. They were badly in need of water too. I thought she had an automatic irrigation system these days? And when I got done, I went to Ralphs to finish off grocery shopping, including getting dinner for tonight. I know I didn't deserve a reward but hey there were all these steaks on sale. And so I picked me out a nice ribeye and that was what I ended up having for dinner. At least I had a decent dinner if not anything else. I barely did laundry and the whites and got them out of the dryer. And then I finished watching Warrior Nun, followed by Snowpiercer, and NOS4A2. Nothing like being in "consume" mode when you're trying to distract yourself from a shitty golf game. Oh well. I will recover tomorrow. At least I had a decent weekend BEFORE this morning. And it wasn't really all that bad. But now i gotta think about work again...
And so the obvious negative consequence of not getting to sleep until 3 AM last night was that I woke up tired this morning. What the heck did I expect not even getting 4 hours of sleep? Not only was I tired, I couldn't focus. And so I should have expected that I was not going to have a good golf game. But I did not expect to have the WORST game I've had in over a year though. There was no sugarcoating this. I even tried to cheat on some holes. Many holes. It did not help. Even Greg and Scott and Chris just sort of let me have do-overs and mulligans feeling sorry for me no doubt. My first shot off the tee went straight down the fairway right down the middle. And that would be the last good shot I will manage to hit the entire fucking morning. Every hole was a nightmare. Hole 2 I whacked my tee shot right into the grass. Couldn't find my ball so I had to drop. Hole 3 I yanked it to the left from the tee so bad it went past the fence. And then I overhit it from there. I just simply didn't have any control at all today, not that that was ever my strong suit anyway. I had a decent tee shot on Hole 4, but followed it with 2 whiffs in a row <sigh>. On the short Hole 5 everyone hit the ball right in front of the tee. Except me. Mine hit a tree. And I got to where everyone was a shot later. And on Hole 6, I managed to keep the tee shot in, but under the trees. I whiffed twice more on the fairway. It was like my hand-eye coordination was completely out of whack. On Hole 7 I finally managed a 6. And tied for the hole but I had a drop so it actually was a 7, but they gave me a mercy tie. On Hole 8 I dropped it in front of the green, but hit it short after that. And on Hole 8, I had decent drive from the tee, but kept hitting it to the right of the entire hole the rest of the way. I was so dispirited by this point I just wanted the game to be over and I can regroup. I was more embarassed for myself than anything and that doesn't happen often. I was so stunned at how badly I played I drove around Pasadena and San Marino for a good half hour, stopping by In-n-Out to pick up lunch before I found myself on the 10 Freeway to drive home. 
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