Even if you are not a golfer you should enjoy reading this short blog.
Hopes of becoming a golf professional
Most people who know me know that golf has been a very important part of my life from the age of 14. I had hopes and dreams of becoming a professional, however the “PETER PRINCIPAL” stepped in, and I soon reached my level of incompetence at a handicap of about 7-9. No matter how hard I tried, hitting thousands of golf balls, taking lessons, my game just kept getting worse and worse. Now I do not even play golf any more.
If you have read the book “Golf a good walk spoiled” by John Feinstein you may understand at a deeper level what the game of golf can do to you.
I dream EVERY NIGHT
I am a dreamer, I mean I dream at night, every night. I wake up many times during the night from a dream, a nightmare, etc. I go to the bathroom and sit on the POT and ponder the meaning of my dream. Is it my enlarged prostate or the dream that woke me up?
Basketball dream as a kid
I go back to bed and often times my dream continues on through the night. When I was a kid I would dream of playing basketball. I played a lot of HOOPS growing up. My parents told me I was a sleep walker. Often times my pillow would end up in my round laundry basket in the morning. Perhaps I was shooting HOOPS in my dreams.
A perpetual nightmare: Getting fired
I have a many dreams based around the same themes. One nightmare is getting fired from one of my previous jobs and my bosses would ignore me as I was pondering the reason for my exit.
My dream last night
Golf is is probably my main theme of dreaming. Just last night I had a real crazy one. I wish I was an artist and could paint this up for you. Picture Dr. Seuss if you can painting this up. I am in my standard PGA competition. I am in the HUNT for the win as the closing holes are approaching. The next hole, a par 3.
Picture in your mind a golf green, just the green elevated about 200 feet above ground. Now imaging, it is snowing with Icicles stuck in my nose. Snow is everywhere, on the green and in a front trap which is also about 50 feet below the green. I am in the trap and found my white ball in the white snow. There is my Titleist 1 buried half in the snow and half in the sand. I have NO hope of hitting this ball anywhere. With sand wedge in my hand, I approach the ball, and with a mighty thump the ball flies in another trap filled with 3 feet of snow. Wake up Tom, this is another golf nightmare.
No bad tennis dreams
Interesting, I NEVER have dreams or nightmares about TENNIS?
Any artists out there want to paint this scene for me? Yes I am serious about this.
All I can say is, “sweet dreams” and may the grinch who stole my golf game give it back some day.
A shrink would have a hay day getting into my head…
—tom