Golf Can Be A Nasty Mistress... Kinda Like A Smart Hooker With The Clap

Golf is possibly the most fickle sport I play. Cricket is close, but it doesn't quite have the sheer annoyance that golf brings. I love playing both sports but they both bring me great euphoria and great disappointment. Unfortunately for me it's usually the latter. Both can be up and down, and are tough to find form in. Once you have form, its equally as tough to keep it. Where golf differs, is that there is nobody else to blame for your form and the outcome of your game, it is all down to you.

The aspiring golfer that I am, I have never had a lesson, and merely coach myself as best as possible. Only this year I have been able to purchase a set of clubs that are a) younger than me b) forgiving to use. Before I had a set of cast iron blades that would give me one good shot in 30. Still I can  hit a ball quite a long way when I connect and have been known to be quite deadly with the putter. (Truth is I need to be, my putter usually saves me from my horrific short game).

When all is said and done, golf has to be the most frustrating sport known to man. You can go from hitting the dream drive of your life, only to ruin the hole with the next couple of approach shots. Take today for an example, I played Earlswood Golf Course for the second time in 5 weeks with my Dad. It is peculiar how one shot can set you off on a good/bad run. I chipped in from the fringe today to card a 6 on a par 5, and that led me to a nice approach and a par on the following par three. The hole after I made a cawlach of my tee shot and ended up taking an 8. Told you it was weird. Last time out we shot quite poor totals of 121 for him and 116 for me. This time he improved by 15 shots whilst I struggled, having an absolute stinker. The funniest bit of it all was that I finished with 115, which for the mathematically retarded of you out there is one shot better than the previous time. I was baffled, as the original round I was pleased with how I'd played.

That is the weird thing with golf, it takes you by surprise and you never know how things can turn out. Your only ever one shot away from a great birdie or smashing it into the nearest hedge/water hazard/nasty bunker. It is fickle, but the challenge and unpredictability of it is what keeps you interested. It is a challenge I love. It is a challenge I will endeavour to continue until I can become a competent golfer that rarely embarrasses himself. Try golf out, no matter what the ability it is a tricky but rewarding mistress. It'll break your heart and wind you up but it'll keep you married and won't give you anything itchy. Now I'm off to watch The Open to see how its done properly, and so should you.

It's Funny How Things Change

I like to start every blog post with some humour, and because it's me and I usually can't think of  anything witty to say, I choose humorous cartoons or pictures. This family guy one is no exception, the show is a goldmine for comedy filled stills and gifs. This one really made me giggle as it shows change in an appropriate way to what I'm about to write about. It shows how the shows characters have changed over the years and how the writers have changed how they are perceived and act in the show. The worst part is, if most of you are completely honest, you wouldn't have noticed massive changes in the characters. But they are there and this image sums it up. Funny that, change. It kinda creeps up on you.

When I started writing this blog, I had a lot of things on my mind. Writing a blog seemed like the best way to get them out and to be heard. It has been fairly good, even if my writing needs work. The main reason for starting was because of the plethora of things I had to write about or felt I could write interesting pieces about. I started this blog just before Easter, and have been endeavouring to post regularly and interestingly. Endeavouring does not mean succeeding. At that time, I was busy socially, sporting and academically and had so much to write about I made sure I blogged regularly enough. I didn't always have the time to fit it into schedule.

The change has come post exams, once I have returned home to the wonderful hallowed town of Llanelli. (Sarcasm in parts but not as much as you think.) My life exists of breakfast,gym,lunch,job hunting, house, ps3, running and reading. These are all activities I quite enjoy apart from job hunting, but they aren't very exciting. This leads me to have loads of free time to do what I want. Blogging is high on the list, but the lack of excitement in my current lift means I have little to write about. Talk about catch 22 right? Not quite as harsh as the tale of Yossarian but essentially to find things to write about I have to take away the free time that would allow me to blog. Like I said before, change is weird.

On a passing note, if you've seen any of my tweets or status's lately you'll know I've been raving about and watching a lot of House. I will eventually shut up, but it is a genius of a program, a superbly played character and one of few TV shows that actually makes me think and become sharper. It's odd. Maybe I have a very similar sense of humour to the writer. Jesus, has that changed in me too?