Golf is about a lot more than golf

I played golf with my friend, Rob, yesterday morning.

Happily, it was just the two of us, because watching us play would’ve been painful for anyone to see. I played my worst round of golf all year, unable to strike the ball with any authority. I lost four balls over the course of 9 holes, scored an 11 on a short par 4, and three-putted the first four holes.

Rob was no better.

Together, we failed to make a single par. Rob actually gave up on one hole and simply picked up his ball and walked away.

It was a disaster.

Despite our poor play, it was a glorious morning. A lovely walk with a friend through a picturesque landscape. A crisp, autumn morning spent in the company of nature.

This is the beauty of golf. You need not play well to spend quality time with friends between grass and sky.

I played atrociously, but I still felt terrific as I stepped off the course. How could I not after having spent two hours staring at views like these?

If you don’t play golf, maybe reconsider.