| I play golf. I have no handicap. I don't play well enough to have one. Also I don't play often enough to have one, even though my little neighborhood is surrounded by golf courses. I do know something about golf, though, and it is that whatever is wrong with your "game," including the fact that you don't really have "a game (predictable skills producing something you can count on)," you will come up with endless excuses for the deficits and flaws in your thrashing around out in Mother Nature's green paradises. Very few of the excuses will actually relate to something you're doing wrong, and most will center on things happening around you: someone coughs during your backswing, there was an ant on your ball, the wind was so bad the balls went backwards, it was the day of my wife's funeral and I couldn't keep my mind on the game, etc.
Now comes the ultimate excuse and from guess who! Yep! W.
JB |
