(From TTW) In Anticipation of Our First Round

For at least a month now, Jerry has been insisting that it’s time for us to play a round of golf. We’ve only played once, at a nine-hole par-three course last summer, which served as the establishing-a-baseline experience for this whole project. I recall playing that round surprisingly well, despite not having played a round for many years. I started something like par-par and finished with a par, too. I hit some reasonably good shots. Since then, we’ve pretty much taken my swing apart, working to groove a new, smoother, more powerful swing, a process that’s nowhere near complete.

Nevertheless, Jerry’s right: it’s time. And today’s the day.

I have to admit I feel quite a bit of trepidation. My new swing is nowhere near grooved yet. I expect that I’ll hit a handful of pretty good shots, but also a bunch that go every direction but where I’m aiming. From the perspective of the actual (scoring) rules of golf, I’m likely to play pretty poorly indeed, and it’s going to take some real focus on my part to not begin to question the conclusion that I’ve been sharing with you recently, that I really have improved greatly since that initial experimental round a year ago.

I wrote last week about how golf’s scoring makes it especially unforgiving to the learning player, and so I want to plan a strategy ahead of time for making the experience as positive and fun as possible, while not diverging too far from the guiding idea of this project, which is to use energetic awareness to improve our golf games. By that I mean that I can’t completely disregard the rules of the game and still speak to what we’re trying to achieve here. I mean, I could definitely count only every other stroke if I wanted, and then tell people how I heroically and unexpectedly finished under par. (Hooray for me!) I could refuse to ever play a ball from a bunker or deep rough. I could pick up every ball that’s behind a tree or in front of water. What’s stopping me? Nothing, of course. And if that’s more fun for me, well, I could just go ahead and do it. But I shouldn’t properly call that “golf.”

On the other hand, what’s the value in using the rules of the game as a way to punish and undermine myself, to leave me demoralized and doubting?

So I’m making a plan, because I don’t want to waste energy on disappointment–I’m interested in setting myself up for success. Because I haven’t played since we started working on this project in earnest, I intend to go in with the attitude that I’m basically a beginner, that I haven’t done this before, that every shot is new to me. Furthermore, I want playing to support my goal of improvement as much as practice does, so I want trying to figure out how to get as much useful experience out of the round as possible. With that in mind, I intend to do the following: I’m going to play by the rules, counting every shot. At the same time, I’m going to keep a second score, in which I essentially play a scramble with myself. Whenever time allows, I will take another shot when a shot goes awry, and sometimes even when it doesn’t. Basically, I’ll practice as many shots on the course as possible. I’ll take my actual ball as my score, but will use that second score–we’ll call it the “potential” score–as a guidepost to help keep me optimistic about where I’m ultimately headed.

What I’m most concerned with is seeing within me the ability to hit something of a reasonable shot from each actual lie, even if it takes me three or four shots do so. Recall that when we started this project, my goal was built around having fun, and for me in the context of a round of golf, fun is less dependent on my score than feeling that I have the potential to actually play golf. I don’t want to feel like the stupid game is something eternally beyond my reach.

So why keep score at all? Several people, including at least one friend who’s a much better golfer than me, have recommended not doing so. “It’s a lot more fun that way,” they’ve said. (I’m sure we’ve all seen the quote, usually attributed to Mark Twain, that golf is “a good walk spoiled.”) They have a point, but for our purposes, a score offers a numeric way to gauge how we’ve done, and an objective path to measuring our improvement.

I feel good about this plan. By preparing myself mentally ahead of the experience, I’m making it much more likely that I’ll walk off the course exclaiming, “That was fun!” It’s hard to hope for anything more than that.

S. (IV)

How might I go about this differently? Is there a better way?

He spun the gears of his mind through all the possibilities he could think of. He was so tired that his thoughts dissolved in the distance like the solidity of the hill’s top into the haze of the air’s humidity.

Though the physical exertion had for the moment ceased, he found no rest in the thinking. A different kind of pushing.

He was so, so weary of so much pushing.

S. (III)

The sun shone brightly high above. He closed his eyes, breathed deep, felt the sun’s warmth on his skin.

He wished he could take pleasure in this moment.

As soon as he began to work the rock, he knew, he would curse that same sunshine, as the sweat began to pour down.

Nonetheless. He needed to get the work done. It was his task. Until he succeeded, he would not quit.

S. (II)

It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly high above, and he wished he could just sit and enjoy its warmth. If he could finally get the rock over the crest of the hill, his toils would be done and he could rest. He could bathe in the sun’s light.

He could hear children playing in the fields nearby. He envisioned watching them from the top of the hill after his work was done. I would take pleasure in that, he thought. A pale ache bloomed around his heart and he fought back tears.

S.

He sat atop the rock that was his bane and considered. He could not remember ever being so exhausted. He could not remember much of anything, really, nothing but this rock and this hill and pushing that felt endless and the frustrating failure that beset him again and again just as success seemed imminent.

How might I go about this differently, he pondered.

(From TTW) The Games Are Not Neutral, Part 1

If the real goal of the practices we’ve been describing is to improve not just our golf (or tennis or whatever) games but our lives–if the goal is to make ourselves better people–we need to be aware of the way the games themselves can foist upon us certain narratives about ourselves and our capabilities, and that these narratives can help or hinder our growth.

Consider the following scenarios:

Imagine you are playing a tennis match. It’s your serve. You start the game with a powerful ace: 15-love. Next, you produce an egregious double-fault–your first serve is so long your opponent has to duck to get out of the way, and your second serve bounces on your own side of the net: 15-all. Now you blast another ace: 30-15. And then another double-fault, a carbon-copy of the first: 30-all. You hit your next serve so powerfully you can see it red-shift as it travels away from you. Ace: 40-30. Your next first serve improbably bounces off the top of the frame, goes straight up, and hits you on the top of the head. Even more improbably, your second serve does the same thing. Another double-fault. Now serving at deuce, you put so much spin on the ball that it visibly distorts as it spins away from your frustrated opponent. Another ace: ad-in. Finally, you send an untouchable serve down the T for a final ace, leaving your opponent in tears and giving you the game.

During this game, you struck the ball eleven times. Five of those shots were excellent, six were very poor, but because of the structure of the sport and its scoring, you won the game. Those bad shots can disappear into the ether. They no longer matter at all.

Now imagine that you’re playing golf. You’re on a 500-yard par five. Your drive is lovely, straight down the middle of the fairway, about 230 yards. With 270 yards left to the hole, you grab your trusty fairway hybrid, but you top the ball so badly that it skitters about fifteen yards down the fairway before stopping. 255 yards left to the hole. You swing your hybrid again, this time hitting it well. The ball travels about 180 yards into the middle of the fairway, leaving you with 75 yards to the hole. You grab your pitching wedge, take what feels like a careful swing, but hit it so fat the divot travels further than the ball. Your next swing produces the same result. On your third attempt, you finally hit the ball well, putting it within fifteen feet of the pin. On your putt, some strange magic befalls you, and you mishit your putt so badly that the ball whistles past the hole and keeps going, all the way across and then off the green and into the deep rough. Your first chip shot sails over the green, landing in the rough on the other side. Your next one travels about six inches, embedding so deeply into the rough that it seems almost impossible that you’ll get it out. But you make a lovely chip, relative to the lie, and leave yourself a twelve-foot putt, which you mercifully make for a sextuple-bogey eleven.

On this hole, you struck the ball eleven times. Five of those shots were good, sometimes very good, and six were poor. Here, there’s no escaping your errant shots. Each and every shot counts toward your final score. You’re stuck with the indignity of a sextuple bogey.

Notice how different the emotional tenors of these two situations are apt to be. In each instance, you hit five good and six bad shots. On the tennis court, you might walk away from that service game feeling pretty good about yourself. Maybe you’re breathing a sigh of relief and calling yourself lucky. Either way, you won the game, and are one step closer to winning the match. On the golf course, you’re likely to be feeling pretty bad. Sextuple bogey. Your playing partners don’t even want to make eye contact after a hole like that.

Again, despite exactly the same ratio of success to failure, you’re likely to be engaging in two very different narratives about your ability, maybe even about yourself as a person. One of those narratives is likely to help you stay in flow. The other is likely to drive you out of flow. Our goal is personal growth. So how do we deal with this kind of thing?

Unexpected Wisdom

“If you’re going to tell stories,” he said, “then tell stories. If you’re tired of the struggle, stop struggling. If you’re going to play, then play.

“When you’re out past the map’s edge, become the mapmaker.

“The impulse to heroism is inherent in all men1,” he said. “Here There Be Dragons? Ride them.”


1 A red numeral 1 appeared in the air beside his head as he said this. Down near his red canvas All Stars floated luminescent words: And women, too.

Courage

True exploration, out beyond the borders of the map, takes a great deal of courage. Here There Be Dragons. This courage does not come naturally to me. I can struggle with a certain conservatism: a bias that what is is what always was and what always will be.

In this Discourse here, you can see me trying to come to grips with truly becoming someone who explores past the map’s edge. Please understand that I was called to do so. I’ve learned you ignore the calls of your own soul at your peril.

Exploring (II)

At this point, Free Refills is more a verb than a noun. I’m exploring: how might I play with form, with chronology, with organization? I’m exploring: what emerges from publishing every weekday within the understanding of This Is Not a Blog?

The work I do today opens up tomorrow’s vistas. Far ahead of me are the Unknown Unknowns, dim mountains cloaked in mist. Nearby, the crisp mysteries of the Recognized (if not fully known) Unknowns: over here, a hill, unexplored. Over there, a stream, unexplored. Yonder, a copse of trees, unexplored.

Today, I will go toward …

Exploring

When speaking of Free Refills, I finally recognized: I can’t figure out what this is because there isn’t a word to describe it yet.

Thus I am forced to relinquish a certain control. I don’t know what it is. It is emerging through the writing, through experimentation. It’s not a book, it’s not a blog. There is no map for getting there; the territory hasn’t been explored yet. There are no easy answers. Out here the map is blank. I’m exploring.