91, 89, 93, 96, 89, 89, 90, 84, 87, 93.

Those are my golf round scores to start ’26. It appears that the high 80’s to mid 90’s is where I’ve begun the season. What’s humorous to me is I’m hitting the ball to play in the 70’s. My round yesterday was encouraging in one sense and laughably frustrating on another.

I started with a chip in eagle after over hitting a par 5 in two. That’s the 4th par 5 I’ve hit in 2 this year. Then came the busted short game where I’d get greenside in 2 and then 4 to get down. I had missed putts from 2 and 4 ft and carded a 10 on hole 9 which was a head scratcher. The basics are not in my current game. Can’t I chip on the green and 2 putt? Is that asking too much? Apparently it is.

What’s bad is it’s been that type of round every round. I’m hitting these nuke drives down the middle and botching it with erratic chips and putts. It’s bad because I’m doing the hard part well and sucking at what most people can do ok. Unacceptable, but I’m going to put some effort into the short game to turn it around.

In other news, I rolled a 279 bowling the other day which continues to show that you don’t slow down in your 40’s. I’ve also been running consistently without any drinking interference which is putting me in better shape than usual. I feel healthy per se, but I always am in pretty good shape. Mentally I tell myself I’m satisfied, but honestly, I’m bored. You’d think a lot of these activities would be keeping me active, and for the most part I’m not starved for action, but even when these successes become 79’s and perfect games, it’s only a speed bump. I’m asking for further success, but there’s no fulfillment once I get there.