[somasideff]

round of 18 holes with some friends Friday while down at the in law's in St. Augustine. The first time I'd picked up a club for anything other than dispatching a snake in over 12 years.
We played best ball for the cart & wound up having a good time. Even played my shots about half the round. The guys I played with might not be scratch golfers but they typically shot in the low 80's. I didn't remember it being that much fun but maybe the guys I was playing with made it better or the fact that I wasn't bored out of my skull sitting on the beach but I've decided to get serious.
I played my irons very well and my putting was on par with someone of my skill set but if that freaking driver had not been a borrowed club, it wouldn't have made it off the first tee box in anything less than eleventy billion pieces. I got so frustrated with it that I just started hitting irons off the tee, no matter the hole. I knew I wouldn't have the distance but I could make good contact and most importantly, not hit anybody's house.
I spoke with the pro at a local course this morning and have a couple of lessons lined up for this week and am planning on playing with the same group again this weekend.
I guess I just had to tell this to somebody as my wife got tired of hearing about it.