I was hitting it well but scoring badly.
That's the story of my later life. Sometimes I feel like my game has multiple personalities. Like yesterday, my putting stayed home. Last week, my iron game stayed home. When I said something to one of my friends about it, he suggested maybe I needed a bigger car, that maybe everything couldn't fit in my Honda CR-V.
We leave Friday for North Carolina, to see our grandson's high school graduation on Saturday. So far, neither he nor my son-in-law have talked about playing golf, so I'm not planning on taking my clubs. We return on the night of the 14th.
It's sort of painful to be there, because my daughter's family lives in the Prestonwood subdivision, (Cary, NC), across the street from Prestonwood Country Club, where the Champions Tour SAS Tournament is played. You see a lot of the course from the streets and it's just a magnificent looking course. Thankfully, it's VERY private, so I don't feel so badly about not being able to play there.