Hi, I’m Graeme!
Like a lot of you reading this, when I hit 30, I picked up a set of clubs and got hooked. Golf became my new obsession.
Before that, I played a lot of cricket, so the hand-eye coordination was there.
But golf? Golf laughs in the face of coordination.
Some shots feel pure. Others… not so much. I’ve got the handicap and the emotional scars to prove it.
And putting? Let’s just say I’ve had more than my share of three-putts.
At first, it frustrated me. Now? I’ve leaned in.
Three putts aren’t an insult here. It’s a badge of honour for those of us still chasing that mythical two-putt par while trying not to throw the putter. We own the misses, the lip-outs, the misreads, and we wear them with pride.