The great thing about my job is that I get to see people on a good day. They are playing golf. I’ve always felt sorry for people whose job is to see their customers/clients on a bad day or even their worst day. We, in the golf business, see our customers when they are about to have fun – or at least try to have fun.
However, sometimes we lose sight of that notion. We forget that being on a golf course is a wonderful gift that should be cherished, not met with foul words and flying clubs. I have to admit that I’ve had my share of less than stellar behavior on the course, but thankfully I’ve moved past it (99% of the time anyhow).
When I have a student who isn’t enjoying their time on the golf course, it bothers me. That just shouldn’t happen. There will be days when you don’t play well or you didn’t have a good time. But if you are having more bad days than good, you need to stop and reevaluate things.
I’ve found that frustration on the golf course is at its highest when expectations aren’t being met. You plan on the ball sailing beautifully down the center of the fairway and instead it ends up in a bush. Or, you envision the ball flying high and landing softly on the green, but instead it lands short, in a bunker with a lip as tall as you.
You expected a good shot but it didn’t end up the way you wanted. However, what have you done to warrant those expectations? Have you hit a few buckets of balls with nothing but your driver or is the only time you see your driver when you are using it on the golf course. Have you practiced those approach shots so that you know just how far each club will go?
My point is, sometimes we get frustrated and don’t deserve the right to be so. If you put in time into your game to warrant the results then your frustration is valid, but otherwise, the problem isn’t your game, it’s your expectations. It’s like dealing with a computer – garbage in, garbage out.
We had a gentleman in the golf shop a few weeks ago who said it perfectly. I asked him how he played, and instead of saying he played poorly he responded with, “Well, it was a direct reflection of the time I put in on the driving range, which is zero.” He was disappointed but you could tell he understood that he was getting out of his game, exactly what he was putting into it.