Play18

I've been swinging clubs and chasing little white balls for 35 years with a handicap that stubbornly sits at 5. It's been a wild ride of whiffs, chips, and putts, often wondering if I'm playing golf or it's playing me.

Initially, my golf game was like a mystery novel - thrilling with every good shot. Now, it's more like a self-help book where I set lofty goals like breaking 70, only to be humbled by a mischievous sand trap.

At the spry age of 58, I've realized golf isn't just about flexing my eagle-hunting skills. It's also about the beauty of the course, the jokes shared with fellow players, and those moments when my ball goes where I want it to. Sure, I dream of drives that would make the pros jealous and a hole-in-one that would be the stuff of legends. But really, I'm just here for the laughs and the love of the game.

So, here's to enjoying golf, one shanked shot and surprise birdie at a time!