That's easy. August 3, 2013. I was driving home from work and my friend called and invited me to golf with he and his friends at Calumet Country Club. I turned around (big surprise, I had my clubs with me) and drove to the club wearing shorts and a T shirt. When I arrived, there was no time to change into a golf shirt, let alone hit practice balls or putts. My friend introduced me to his two friends, who he played college golf with. As a guest at a private club, I felt I was in no position to object to riding.
In 28 years of golf, I shot the best round of my life by four shots with respect to par. Usually when going low, you start to question your ability. You ask, am I really good enough to post this or that number? On 18, I hit a four iron that possibly lipped out for double eagle, finishing roughly 6 inches behind the hole.
Having played roughly three hundred rounds (all walking) in Scotland, I feel like a whore and sell out every time I ride in a cart. I feel in a way that I am betraying my wife because she has walked many of the rounds in Scotland with me. All that being said, I seriously question if I'm capable of playing my best golf while walking.