I had to come somewhere to complain as my wife is tired of hearing from me. For the last 5 years I had been playing in a good foursome in my Tuesday Senior league. One guy roughly 10 years older than me with a respectable 17 handicap (Tom) and 2 elderly gentlemen, one of whom was a 10 handicap when younger and the other man not so good but kept moving so as not to slow down play. This year my buddy Tony, the better of the two, left since he moved too far away to drive to the course, a big loss in my estimation.
In his place another elderly gentleman who had been out of the league for a few years rejoined and got placed with our group. The guy has dementia, rarely says a word and moves at a snails pace. Unable to walk too far he drives the cart right next to the green, I’m talking between the traps and the green. I guess he was a decent player when younger as he can still hit it off the tee but we finally had to convince him and the other older player (a combined 175 between them), to move up to the ladies tees so as to reach the fairway, as these courses have fairly long wet rough in the early am.
So I have spent this year as a guide dog/caddy for these guys. They can’t follow the ball anymore and think they hit it much further than they actually do. I am running back and forth across the fairways pointing out where there ball is and or went. Here I thought my caddy days were over.
To say the current setup has been detrimental to my game is an understatement. My lone other player, Tom, had eye surgery 2 weeks ago and left me to my own devices. I lasted 1 week and took last week off as I just couldn’t face playing a round with them. Today they threw in another older man to play and he was very nice but on the first tee he told me he suffered from short term memory loss. He was very sharp on describing where he worked in Manhattan and such but could not remember where he just hit his drive 40 seconds ago.
So I spent today in the dementia ward, shepherding an elderly threesome around the track. The guy who joined us today, Jay, said about the dementia sufferer, ‘there but for the grace of God go I.” That bought me another hour of patience but I am not that good of a person and ran out shortly after. At this point I would rather not play than face another Tuesday in my current foursome. Thanks for allowing me to rant.