Special to ARMCHAIR GOLF
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|Tom Watson at Turnberry in 2009. (scotchollie)|
I cheered when Watson made the cut at this year’s Greenbrier. I knew it was just making the cut, not winning, but it was more than a pair of current top stars could do. And even though Watson finished near the bottom of the field, his performance gives golfers my age a warm feeling deep inside.
I know comparing my game to Tom Watson’s is like comparing a drunk karaoke singer to “The Velvet Fog.” Both do vaguely similar things in similar places, but only Mel Torme is worth a second look. But Watson’s game at his (and my) age encourages me to keep at it.
Last week I played with a different group than I usually do. One person in my group was 78 and another was 93. We made it around in under four hours, had a good time, and everyone played pretty well. As the young kid, I was hitting it longer and fewer times, but both of them beat me on a few holes. I actually enjoyed those defeats as much as they enjoyed those wins.
I was once playing with a guy my age and we got behind a group of older fellows. We watched as they shuffled along the fairways and across the greens, and the guy I was with said something like “I only hope that when I get to that age I’ll have the good sense to quit.”
I feel just the opposite. Some would say I’m an old fart now, and I have over 30 years of golf to go before I catch up to that 93-year-old. I only hope that when I get there I’m doing what he’s doing now.
Charles Prokop is a clinical psychologist who writes about golf at fairwaywords.