This past week I played in a three day tournament that had a cut after two days. This tournament was right in the middle of the work week so I was nonchalantly promising everyone at work that I wouldn’t see them on the third day. Little did they know, I had a ton of confidence and had every intention of fulfilling that promise. Come tournament time and before my first tee shot, I was so confident I was looking for the trophy to see what font they would use to print my name. Not sure why I did that because I only know about four fonts, but confidence was high…I repeat…confidence was high. As I walked up to the first tee I noticed I had a slight smirk on my face…a smirk that made me look like I knew something no one else knew…you guessed it, the font on the trophy! Four hours later that smirk turned into a look of bewilderment, as I turned in the psycho scorecard of the tournament I’m sure. After four birdies, one hole-out eagle, two doubles, and a bunch of bogeys I had finished with a 76. Needless to say I figured I needed to go low the second day to make the cut. It turns out I didn’t get the job done as I carded a 73 on day two. Turning in the scorecard after the second day, realizing the course played much harder that day, I had a gut feeling I needed one less shot to get the job done. My gut was right! I had officially missed the cut by one, meaning I had to go to work the next day. Ugh, that was the worst day of work ever. The most surprising element to missing the cut by one and telling everyone about it, was how many people would rather miss the cut by fifty than miss it by one. I heard that from multiple people. Enough so, I thought I should write something about it. My gut response to that comment was I would rather make the cut than miss it by one, but I decided to nod in agreement and laugh it off instead. Missing the cut by one really hurt, but I’m going to use that as fuel to keep me fired up for the next event. It won’t happen again!!! What do you think…
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