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Keeping Score - A Studio30+ Writing Prompt


I've reached, and may have passed somewhat, mid-life. But where is the demarcation point? I'd like to know. 40? 50? 60? Well, I've passed them all, so I'm pretty sure I've hit mid-life somewhere along the space-time continuum. And I find I've slowed down. I no longer rush here and there cramming as much as possible into a day. I relax, take my time. If I don't get to it today, I'll get to it tomorrow. So my mid-life philosophy. might be in keeping with that great Eagles tune "Take It Easy".

And that includes golf. Golf? Before you think I've just run roughshod over a non-sequitur golf is one of my mid-life activities. I started playing about four or five years ago and have been an avid player since. Avid not accomplished. I'm pretty bad truth be told but at the end of the day I'm a 100-110 stroke 18 holer.

Now people tell me that's a damn fine score for a beginner. What can I say? I keep my own score. Yeah, and I cheat. Who can even begin to count all those strokes where you miss the ball, or lose it in a water hazard? Six swings in a sand trap don't count. Only the one that gets the ball out. And I lose balls. Like crazy. I must go through a bag of 60 reconditioned balls from Wal-Mart every week.

But I love it. And I love shaving strokes. I do show some talent. There are times I can whack a ball for miles. And there are times I can't. But then who's counting? When golf partners tell me "That's a good lie" I'm hoping they're commenting on the position of my ball. Not how I'm keeping score.

Lie or Fib is the prompt over at Studio30+ this week. Drop on over and see how believable the other guys are.

 

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