I may have learned more about myself while playing WGT golf
than in any other part of my life’s experiences, and it ain’t exactly pretty.
Fairly early on, I guess I got bit by the WGT bug. The more
I played, the better I got and the better I got, the more I played. At some
point, it evolved from being a fun pastime into a far too important part of my everyday
life. While I was discovering that I was actually pretty good at this game, I had
growing aspirations of being able to compete with the “big guns”. Unbeknownst
to me however was the fact that I didn’t have the smarts or skills to successfully
compete at that level. So the good part of WGT golf that I had enjoyed was bringing
out the bad and ugly in me. I have earned
a reputation of being somewhat fickled. I have bounced from club to club trying
to find myself all-the-while frustrating club owners.
I recently made peace with myself. I accepted the fact that
I was likely at the top of my game and I would do much better if I got my
swelled head out of the clouds. Its there I believe I will find the good part
of WGT golf I once enjoyed.