I played nine holes at the OGA Golf Course in Woodburn, Oregon. It was the first time I have played on a full-sized course since 2015. I lost a few strokes because I had forgotten how to play from unusual lies, but all that will come back.
I played with a friend and a guy they paired us up with. On the green, no one made a move to take the pin out. No one even brought it up. We got off the greens pretty fast.
Also in that regard, I sank five putts from 6 to about 12 feet because the pin gave me a positive target to aim at. I know that if I had putted at a hole, I might have made only one or two of those putts.
How about the new drop rule? I hit a ball into a bank that was full of yellow jacket holes. They nest in the ground. Fortunately it has been too cold for them to be active or I wouldn’t have gone near the place. But the ball was embedded, so I took an unplayable, marked off my two club lengths, bent over, and dropped the ball from knee height.
Some touring pro (Ricky? Justin?) needs to explain to me why that is so hard to do or so hard to remember.
At one point, I thought to myself why we love golf. It’s because on occasion we can play with the pros. We can all hit shots a touring pro would say, “Can I have that shot?” But I know that if I picked up a baseball bat and stepped in against major league pitching I would probably mess my pants.