You Know What Else 47 is? Just a Number. The Tao of Kev

By Corey Crewe
Sep. 30, 2016

After 9 holes of golf last Saturday, I looked at my playing partner Kevin and proclaimed, “I hate a score 47 on the front 9.”

“Why?”

"Well, my goal is to break 90. A 47 means I need a 42 just to get an 89. It also means I would have to fall to a 52 to bust open the dreaded 100. Basically, I stop caring about my score and eventually my game."

“Ah.” He said with a smile,” You know what else 47 is?”

“What?” I inquired.

“Just a number. It shows you are thinking too much about your score and not enough about playing the game.”

At this point I wanted to call bullshit, but instead I threw the obvious follow up question, “So what do you suggest I think about.”

“Appreciate your senses. When you stand above the ball, just try and feel as much as you can. Not just look but smell, taste, hear and touch as well.”

Yep, I thought he was full of crap. Not just a little bit but completely full of crap. However, I was going into the back nine with no hope of a satisfactory score so I would appease him just to prove him wrong. I stood above the ball, heard the wind, smelled the air, and noticed the whiteness of the ball. I pulled away my crooked driver and hit the ball… straight.

Beginner’s luck I guess.

But my next few shots were the same and I bogeyed the hole. (Remember my goal is bogey golf so that was ok.) I continued my pre-shot routine of feeling at least three senses as I stood over the ball. Funny enough, I was playing better after six holes. I know I should have just kept playing but I am my own worst enemy.

I really tried not to but I had to accidently glance at the card and saw a 27, 2 under boogie golf and if I shot 15 on the last 3 I would break 90 despite my front 9. I stood over my next shot and felt the grip, smelled the air, noticed a scuff on my ball and remembered I needed a par and two boogies to crack 90. Of course I went back to my front nine ways and finished the round with double-bogey-triple. Good for a 93 or as Mr. Par said, “Hey, it’s just a number.”

I played Sunday and tried the same approach; feel the moment and not worry about the outcome. I ignored the scorecard and just focused on the game as best I could. I actually enjoyed the round more playing that way. In the end, my pars and doubles took care of themselves and when I looked at my final score, an 89. I was pleasantly surprised but in the end, it was still just a score.