So I decided to hit the golf course this crazy hot summer afternoon. Grabbed my clubs, tossed ’em in the trunk with three bottles of water – knew that sun was gonna be brutal. Changed into my thinnest polo shirt right there in the parking lot, sweat already dripping down my neck before I even stepped onto the green.
The Pre-Game Struggle
First thing I noticed? The grass felt like concrete. Took five practice swings just to feel my cleats grip properly. My glove was sticking to my hand like glue, had to keep shaking it off between shots. Pulled out my 7-iron for the first hole, lined up – then bam! A giant dragonfly smacked right into my forehead. Swatted it away, missed my tee time slot by two minutes.
On The Course Realizations
Turns out playing in 95° heat does three things to you:
- Your golf balls roll like they’re on fire (which they basically were)
- Cold water tastes better than any beer after nine holes
- Shade becomes your religion
Saw some dude trying to use his umbrella as a putter on hole 7 – that’s when I knew the heat was getting to everybody. My swing turned into this lazy half-motion halfway through, felt like swinging through soup.
The Miraculous Finish
By hole 16, my golf towel was drenched enough to wring out. Somehow though? Last two holes were pure magic. That summer breeze finally kicked in, cooled my arms just enough. Nailed my 3-wood 220 yards on the final par-5, ball landing six feet from the pin. Sank the birdie putt like I was born for this heat. Stumbled back to the clubhouse looking like a wet raccoon but grinning like an idiot.
Moral of the story? Summer golf kicks your ass but rewards you if you tough it out. Showered in the locker room for twenty straight minutes – still finding grass stains in weird places though.
