Disclaimer: This post contains nuggets of gold with a local touch (and shameless plugs). It’s more relevant to those in our beloved home of Minnesota, but sage advice no matter where you reside. So here we go:
1) Throw away your scorecard: Seriously, unless you’re going to use it to keep track of your $1 wagers, don’t even bring it on the course. No one cares about how you crushed a sick 82 from 5900 yards with every par 5 reachable in 2. Play some bingo, bango, bongo, or let your creative juices flow and make up your own game. As I progressively slide closer and closer to middle age, I’m starting to realize why those of you with your midlife crisis behind you play the game. TO GET OUTSIDE AND EFF AROUND WITH THE SQUAD. As a kid I never understood why a group of old dudes would wake up at 6am to go get pissed about how bad they suck at a sport for 4 hours. It’s ‘cause golf is a fantastic disguise for clowning around with your friends, so don’t waste it getting mad about how you’re never going to make it past the State AM cut.
2) Try something new: There are two things going on in the Twin Cities that I am a huge fan of that allow you to get creative with your time and budget. First, the Public Country Club, which is brilliant in its simplicity and affordability - pay $55 a month, and get yourself unlimited golf at 40+ courses (think ClassPass for golf). I pay my monthly fee, and then I just pop by the course 2 hours before sunset and squeeze in as many holes as I can. It’s pretty much a no brainer. The other is quick.golf, and I use it more as a lunch break type of escape. When the boss is on his usual mid-morning war path (of course I’m not talking about you, Matt), I gotta get myself out of the office. What do I do? Pop open my browser (search history cleared from last night of course) and hop on quick.golf. I book my tee time and play as many holes as I want to before reality jumps back in and slaps me in face. The 7 holes of lunch hour bliss are paid for straight from the app on my phone.
3) Sunday Funday: Whether it’s course sponsored or not, you have a legal obligation (I think?) to get a nice buzz cooking during your Sunday round. I wish every course would take a page out of Southern Hills’ Sunday Funday book – $1 Beer, $2 Shots, $10 Bottomless Bloodies, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Seriously, this is the best deal in town. After 4 hours of getting roasted by my buddies, I’m half in the bag and I’ve already sent a text to my mom and my girlfriend apologetically begging for them to come get me.
Even if you don’t want to take any of my 3 tips, please just go out and mess around next time you’re on the course. As soon as I stopped keeping score, my enjoyment of the game grew exponentially (shout out to Bryan “The Happiest Golfer” Skavnak for the words of wisdom). Golf is meant to be fun, don’t let it be a source of anger in your already hectic life.