A "DQ" Dilemma

If it hadn’t been for an innocent comment by my buddy J.C., disqualification (“DQ”) would never have entered my mind. As we unwound from the first round of last week’s tournament, he mentioned in passing that the 17th hole was a bit confusing on where to tee off.

When we compared notes, it looked like me and the three other guys who were playing with me might have teed off at a different spot from J.C. and the others. We weren’t sure though. Were we the only ones? Was it really that confusing (member tees versus tournament tees)? We had no choice but to talk to the officials.

We went ahead and played the second day while the situation was being sorted out. I felt great about my game. Things were going well and I made the cut. There’s no way I wanted to be “DQ’d”!

By the start of Day Three, the element of doubt still was in the air. We talked about it more with the officials.

In the end, the only choice was to be “DQ’d”. Once doubt enters the mind, it won’t go away! It’s a “tough love” lesson that I would like to avoid as much as possible! It’s also what makes golf a great game.