Ricky Bobby in “Talladega Nights” said it best, “you're either first or you're last.”

Ricky Bobby in “Talladega Nights” said it best, “you’re either first or you're last.”

It’s very hard for a lot of people, including me, to accept less than first place in anything we do. That’s probably good reason that it’s a terrible idea that I love to play a game that I will never be the best.

I should really consider choosing challenges more wisely. In other words, pick battles I know I can win. I just can’t help myself. Now that I think about it this seems to be a common theme in my life, work and play.

I try every tip and trick that I’ve heard - slow down, move the ball back, push through, turn the club. The list goes on. Just as soon as a combination of those tweaks work, inevitably something else goes wrong with my game.

I hate this game so much that it comes full circle and evolves into a love affair that only I and other golfers could understand.

Adding to the pile of difficulties, it seems that every time I’m on the golf course whether it’s a best ball scramble, league, or even tournament there’s always someone better and somehow, frustratingly, I more often than not get paired up with him – the best of the best.

Annoyingly, he ready’s himself with a perfect stance, never looking up as he hits extremely long and straight fairway shots. His approach to the green is spot-on. I really can’t describe the envy I have of his ability to one-putt. Every. Single. Time.

No matter, I will still charge forward. Nothing must deter me from winning. For I know that one day I will come close to beating my imaginary self whom is this “perfect” player. It will be then that I will see redemption for all the horrible cursed shots I’ve made for all these years of playing this god-awful game.

James Bridges is the advertising director for the Shawnee News-Star.