Today I was told by a man named Paul that he believed God was too big to be seen in just one person, because of that he believed that when the church worked together God could be seen.
I am a part of a Golf Tour known as the SWA Tour. It is highly competitive and sometimes pushes friendships to the breaking point. It’s all about the “W” though right? I have yet to win a Major championship in the 2 years of competition. Below is a fellow competitors response to a letter that was written to him conserning the state of his golf game.
In a Few Words: A Response
Mike. Nathan. I have read your open letter directed my way. I have read it and I have reread it. “He really needs to make a big commitment of sorts to keep up when he gets back.” The message couldn’t have been more clear. It is now an indisputable reality that this information, that of which I have come to understand, but not fully accept some time ago, has become public knowledge.
Allow me to elaborate.
One thing that I have had access to during my leave of absence is time. A curse at first, admittedly, but recently it has presented itself as more of a blessing… an opportunity to be specific. A deliberate exercise in rumination, if we’re splitting hairs. During this time, I have had a chance to reflect on all things golf. I have had a chance to look at my game, as it was, as it is, and as I imagine it to become. I have had a chance to look back on our years together as friends, as competitors, and at the worst (best?) of times hated rivals. As such, I have come to a number of conclusions. To name a select few:
#3 We are all relatively good at golf*, but my exile has forced me to realize that out of the three of us, only you two are golfers.
#21 If golf is 90%** mental, on any given day there is only a 10% chance that I will win.
#79 Mike saying, “I’ve figured out my swing” will ALWAYS get a laugh out of me.
The most concerning conclusion, however, came immediately following reading your post, titled “Dear Tom,” #127
OMG. They’re right.
The road between utter deflation and restoration of self-worth was both long and hard. Curse you, Kubler and Ross. With not a small amount of shame I will admit that I hated you both individually for a time… it was your fault, after all. Or so I reasoned. At my lowest point, I had shopped ebay to determine the monetary worth of my clubs bent on leaving the game.
Not to worry, I have since come to my senses. I realize I have a long way to go before I may be regarded as a competitor on the SWA circuit. Consider me the Lindsay Lohan*** of our tour. A washed up, humiliated, shell of a former golfer (actress) with an opportunity to choose between two very different options. The easiest way out is to ignore common sense altogether and blindly continue down the path of self destruction. Alternatively, to take an inventory of myself, rededicate myself to the game I love (craft she was born into) and accept the pain and effort that comes with self improvement.
I have decided on the latter.
Exactly how I do so is beyond the scope of this response, however, in the spirit of dialogue I will reveal my strategy in future posts. Talk it out, you could say. In the meantime, allow me to leave you with this. The gauntlet has been thrown down and after much soul searching, I welcome your challenge. With fond memories, I say goodbye to the Tom as golfer you and I once knew.
I hate those days when you realize you have grown your beard just beyond what a standard 5 blade razor can handle. You need something else. So you dig deep and find your hair clippers to start the job, then move over to the straight blade. There are others who go even further and start with sissors, then the clippers, then the blade.
This is what happened with my lawn. I let it go too far. I now realize why people mow their lawn more than once every 2 months. July and August just slipped away from me. Below is the evidence. I also used the excuse that I was growing it out to let it get thick and healthy. Although it seemed green on the top, below it was a damp yellowish mess.
Yesterday I decided not to get out of bed (except when I made Kraft Dinner for lunch). I ended up watching most of the Back to the Future Trilogy. They get better with age. It made me think of how great 80’s art was and still is. My top 80’s movies are as follows:
5) Superman 2
4) The Breakfast Club
3) Christmas Vacation
2) Back to the Future
1) The Karate Kid
Recently I learned that a few of my friends play in a floor hockey league called the CPHL. Cool enough I guess, but when we really got into discussing the in’s and out’s of the league I was instantly looking to sign up.
1) $20 for the season
2) Stats such as Goals, Assists, and Points are taken and recorded
3) Season stats are added up and placed on a Hockey Card that everyone recieves at the end of the season
4) Career stats are kept and talked about on a regular basis
5) My friend has won the MVP in all 4 years the league has been around
6) Although the league has only 50 people or so, they had a year end awards ceremony with a guest speaker
7) When you try out, you are given a rank number and placed on a team to even things out
8 ) My 4 straight MVP buddy has yet to win a championship (great storyline in itself)
Although this is amazing, it makes me feel like when I play rec sports I am not getting enough. I have a softball tournament this Saturday and I am going to take full stats of myself. I will post these after. I am also considering submitting something to the softball league or at least my team asking for us to care about this a little more.