Yesterday I played in the 15th Annual, Young Life Golf Marathon. Two things I’ll say about my golf game. First, I only play 3-4 times a year. Okay…no need for a second thing.
We were playing a “scramble” which basically means that the good players in the group carry the ones who play like I do. The only hiccup is that on the front nine and the back nine your team MUST use at least one tee shot from every player. We got a long way into the round before we could use one of mine.
However, on one of the holes I stepped up to the tee and one of the other guys in our group had already put a beautiful tee shot out in the fairway. So…someone said, “Just hit it as hard as you can.” (No further encouragement needed.) Well…to put it mildly, I crushed the ball. Now, I’ve done that before. I’ve just never been able to find any of the balls I’ve crushed. But this one went long – and it went straight. Such a strange feeling.
I would have been happy with simply hit a ball that well, but in a twist of fate I can only describe as a “miraculous act of God’s grace and mercy,” that hole happened to be the one where they were having a contest for the “longest drive.” I couldn’t believe it. I actually won something at golf…and NOT on a mini-golf course!
Here ends the gloating session.
