I've been flinging plastic for almost 20 years (36M). I can't get out as much as I'd like these days because of life/wife/family/work/etc. But I was pretty good when I did play consistently. Regularly shot at or under par on gold and long tee courses. Have also had the pleasure of passing the game and techniques of proper play on to many people

I have never aced a hole.

I have chained out. I have banged out. I have skip clanged.

I have thrown the mini 9 hole at the elementary school across the street from my house innumerable times.

I have witnessed nearly all my long time buds drop one in, whether it was a short, open, straight run or a tight, uphill pinball off an overhanging branch.

This doesn't bother me as much as it might sound, and I don't want to come off as a whiny cunt, because the game has brought me nothing but joy and the opportunity to build a lot long term friendships that I cherish, with a bit of frustration along the way.

Not looking for validation or encouragement here. Just wanted to get something off my chest that I've been harboring for years.

But still...

Fuck.

I want that satisfaction.