Today was a beautiful day! Temperatures in the low to mid 70's. Nice and sunny. A little windy, but nonetheless, a beauty of a day. So I took myself to the range. Big mistake! See, I've been playing for a little over a year now. Played my first round on Thanksgiving Day, 2006. That had to have been the most fun I've every had at the golf course. Never having recorded a round, I had no score to beat, no shot to perfect; I had nothing. My goal was just to have fun. I guess I must have had fun; I bought my first set of clubs about a week later. It was a used set of Dunlops.

Meanwhile, back at the range. Man, was it enlightening. I realized for the first time just how bad my game is. I mean, I knew how bad it was, but bad was magnified today at the course. I usually shoot somewhere between 90 and 105. You know how it is, some good days and some bad days. After today, it's a mystery why I'm not consistently shooting in the 130's. My iron play sucks! I can't nail a fairway to save my life! My putting is worse than my five year old daughters! And I'm doing nothing but tearing up the golf course everytime I go out!

Ok, so it's pretty bad. That's just it. This is just what the range is supposed to do. It's supposed to #@!$ you off. And somehow, through the madness, you're supposed to get better. I don't know, maybe i'm better now than I was before my little adventure. I guess I'll find out this weekend. I'll keep you posted.