The golf trip to paradise seemed like a distant dream. Lush fairways and true greens. Blue skies and bobbing boats. Brazilian waiters and chilled wine. And chips. But even in paradise there are vipers. The grass is not always greener. Sometimes it has been sprayed with fertiliser.
I needed a new putter and a new body. The putter had to go – too many missed putts on the golf tour. The body – too many mirrors in the hotel bedroom and bathroom which did not lie. Full length mirrors in the bathroom and bedroom.
The wish list was simple. A Scotty Cameron for the golf bag and a body which was less rather than more. Toned. Firm. Less.
The putter and I hit a rocky patch after some very makeable putts. We had built up a good relationship over time. Seen one another through some tight spots. We even shared the same traits. Always fought to the end. Never gave up. Never threw in the towel. I loved that putter. We even shared the same bedroom on the golf tour.Blue and I had known the good times and bad times. The highs and lows. But we had reached that stage which every relationship does at some stage. We took one another for granted. I didn’t always handle Blue the way I should and in return Blue held back a little. Especially on the up hill putts with left to right break. We should have remembered the ‘c’ word. Compromise. Stepped back and cooled off. But sometimes things are said in the heat of battle and there is no going back. continue reading…
