There is no feeling like standing on the first tee. It is as close to perfection as one can imagine. Our problems seem miles away . . . Here we go again. That crisp morning air, the warm sun, the cool breeze . . .
Frustration sets in.
You try to relax, but you can't. Once again, you have fallen short of expectations. Four months ago, I set out on a mission. No, not a religious mission, although it could be argued that golf is a type of religion. My objective was not to master the game of golf, but to improve as much as possible over the course of the summer.