I haven’t played in a golf tournament since Zo’s Summer Groove. And I’m getting restless.
It isn’t that I haven’t been playing golf. It’s just that I’ve been playing “social” golf. Playing after work on Wednesdays with a league and playing 9 holes on every Sunday with Sue.
Now don’t get me wrong. “Social” golf is fun. It’s an opportunity to hang with people you like playing the game you love, but it doesn’t put the fire in your belly. There’s more chatter than trash talk. There’s more mulligans than penalty strokes and more swing doctor purchases from the bev cart than Gatorade.
Now as luck would have it I just got in invite to be on a foursome playing in a tournament at the end of October! And this is the same tournament that I played last year and won (Ladies) Longest Drive. Which leads me to my new nickname given to me by my Godson, “Cheetah Woods.” Which is by the way is way better than “Cougar Woods!”
But like the other “Woods” I need to find some other tournaments to play before the one in late October if I’m going to bring home another trophy. The challenge is that I'm running out of time. Maybe I can convince the crew to turn one of our “social” golf outings into a little internal tournament. I’m thinking a small entry fee and winner takes all.
That’s the ticket. I’m feeling a flame beginning to form…
