Tonight I, the worst player at Dundas parks Golf Club, stood aside my opponent on the first tee, for my first round match in the club championships.
A lack of confidence did not pervade my opponent’s frame.
Me? I have come last, stone last, in medals at Dundas Parks more often than any player in the club’s history.
I am officially. A joke.
Not only that.
I am temperamental.
I lose heart easily.
And I am disappointing in many, many ways.
But my chums support me (especially the Rough Bros). Good guys who just think it’s funny and know that I throw up the odd surprise.
My opponent, with a higher handicap than mine (I know, it’s hard to believe) probably knew how rubbish I am.
But in a Dodgeball way I pulled it together. But so did he. He played to his handicap. So I had to play under mine to undermine him. Two under as it happens.
I am legend.
As Tom would say “I am Ninja.” He was genuinely chuffed and that meant a lot.