So, I found myself at Apache Creek Golf Club the other day. Yeah, one of those days where you just gotta get out and, you know, hit something to clear your head. I’d heard the name tossed around, so I figured, why not give it a shot? Booked a tee time online, which was easy enough, thankfully. Grabbed my old clubs, threw ’em in the car, and off I went.
Getting there was no big deal. The clubhouse, when I walked in, felt pretty standard. Not too fancy, not a dump either. Just a regular golf shop. The fella at the counter got me sorted out pretty quick, paid my green fee, and he pointed me towards the first tee. So far, so average, you know?
The round itself? Well, it was golf. Some good shots, plenty of bad ones – that’s my game, mostly. The course was alright, I suppose. Some holes were a bit beat up, others were in better shape. It was a mixed bag, really. But what really stuck in my craw that day, the thing I actually remember, wasn’t the course layout or the condition of the greens.
That Slow Group Though…
It was the pace of play. Man, oh man. We got stuck behind this foursome. And I mean stuck. It was like watching paint dry, only less exciting. Every shot was a committee meeting. They’d plumb-bob putts from two feet. Took about five practice swings for every actual swing. You know the type. Dressed like they’re on tour, but they spray it all over the county. It just grinds my gears. You’re out there, trying to get into a rhythm, and you’re just standing around, waiting, waiting, waiting. My back started to ache just from standing there so much.
And it really got me thinking, you know? It’s not just about golf. It’s about a certain kind of person, a certain attitude. These guys, they seemed more concerned with looking like serious golfers than actually, you know, playing efficiently. It reminded me of this one character I used to work with, years ago. Always had the jargon down, always talking about ‘leveraging synergy’ or some other corporate nonsense. Big talker. But when it came down to actually getting stuff done? Nothing. Just hot air and fancy presentations. Took him forever to make a simple decision.
It’s the same energy, isn’t it? People who are all form and no substance. Whether it’s on the golf course taking an ice age to hit a ball, or in an office complicating everything. They slow everyone else down and don’t even seem to realize it, or care. That day at Apache Creek, the golf itself became secondary. It was just a backdrop to watching these guys and thinking about all the other times I’ve seen that kind of behavior.
So, Apache Creek Golf Club. Yeah, I went. Played some holes. But what I really took away was that familiar frustration with people who just don’t get a move on. Maybe that’s what I’ll remember about the place, more than any particular shot I hit. Just another day, another reminder that some folks really need to learn to pick up the pace, in golf and in life.
