Update:In case anyone was wondering, I have golfed more than twice. The problem is that I've only golfed twice in the last eight years. Just to clarify.
Hmmm...
1: Put together sermon for Sunday.
2: Learn how to golf.
I was talking to my wife about golfing, seeing that I am participating in the prestigious 2nd Annual Millard Fillmore KAR-Nation Open Championship Golf Outing Classic, and she asked me if I actually knew how to golf.
Well, yeah! I know how to golf. I used to do it all the time. To which she reminded me that I had only golfed twice since we met, and that was, well, err...8 years ago.
Which proves that marriage is bad for your golf game.
Anyway, I go looking for my clubs...not good.
Do you think I have any golfing shoes? No where to be found.
Truly, a sad day.
Hopefully, I'll have a chance to hit through a bucket of balls yet this week. But probably not. See number 1 on the list.
But I could have pansied out. I could have concocted some excuse, like having to work, or having a sermon to write, or having scotch to drink, but no. I will be there! I will give it my best try. I will endure the humiliation. And I hope it's a best ball tournament.
Update:

No one scores higher than a seven on any given hole. After seven strokes, pick up the ball (if it can be found) and simply walk to the next hole. It saves on humiliation, and keeps the game moving along.
If the game is miniature golf, then there are no rules.
Steve Marden