Tom,
Here's another way to look at it - thru the eyes of my bride Laura.
Laura started playing golf when we got married in 1997. She could hit a tee shot about 50 yards back then. Every putt was hit about 30% too hard. She worked and worked and worked.
Her biggest handicap was taking 'lessons' from me. I'm about the only person she's taken lessons from, and we're still happily married. My first lesson was how to play fast.
We went to Bandon in 2001. I really wanted to show her my old home in Portland and introduce her to some of my Nike friends. (the tour of the Nike campus was also very cool). But I was afraid of what would happen down in Bandon.
She had a ball. The courses were very fair to her and she did OK scoring wise. But we met some great folks at Bandon and she fell in love with great architecture (thanks, Tom and David!). I still have a video of her after her 2nd round, and she said "wow - I only had two 9's today!). We watch that today and laugh every time.
Fast forward to this year. We took a week off of work and played 3 days of 36 holes at French Creek. She really got into a rhythm and ended up scoring an 84 on the 2nd round of the 2nd day. You'd have though she just won the US Open. I still remember her joy in entering that score into the GHIN computer.
Tom- golf is a game of joy. You can have that joy just playing by yourself on a beautiful morning. You can have that joy by hitting just one shot pure. You don't need to whip your opponent to have joy.
That's the greatest gift of golf. The joy it can bring. And the serendipity of that joy.
Allow yourself to experience that joy - let yourself go and be a child at heart out there. You'll find peace, joy, and happiness where you don't expect it.
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One last personal story... We were fortunate enough to play Ross' Monroe in Rochester last year. Our friend, an assistant pro, got Laura and I out as the first group at 10am on a Monday morning. We had nobody in front of us. The course was absolutely amazing and I was really scoring well. And loving the architecture. I get to (I think) the 14th tee, and realize that I'm almost across the street (through trees and a nursery) from the cemetery where my mom was laid to rest the previous year. I never knew it was so near the golf course. I had a tear and actually a hearty loving chuckle. I felt like this day was a gift from my late mom. Anyway, it started drizzling on 17 and by 18 it was a light rain. I don't know why, but that was the most perfect day I've ever had on a golf course - totally at peace with my gal, enjoying great architecture, and in touch with my mom's memory.
That's why you should keep after the game