
President Trump had a golf simulator installed in the White House and I have no idea why. With all the heat the guy takes for the amount of time he spends golfing, knowing pictures and videos of him are going to be leaked whenever he golfs, why would he do this? All this simulator is going to do is make his game worse, and our president can’t be hacking it around looking like a 20-plus handicap like the rest of us schmucks.
The novelty of indoor golf is nice; you can go in the winter, drink some beers with your buddies and work on your game when there is a foot of snow on the ground. Only problem is that it ruins your game.
I’m not a great golfer but I can hold my own. I had my handicap down to an 8 two years ago going into the winter and felt good about my game. Then I found out an indoor place opened up not 5 miles from my house. “Great!” I thought to myself. “I can keep playing through the winter so I don’t have to use April as a month to find and tinker with my swing.”
I went the first time and fell in love. The monitor was realistic, the beers were in walking distance, and the dichotomy of people dressing like they’re going to play The Country Club VS the people who looked like they just rolled out of bed was fun to look at. I got hooked, going at least 3 times a week playing all of my favorite PGA courses.
Come April I was tinkering like I normally did, but something just seemed…off. I got to May and still didn’t have it, then it poured into June. This was the worst golf I’ve played in my entire life, mind you, and I was lucky to break 100. Then it dawned on me. The amount of tweaks I made to my swing throughout the winter, combined with only hitting off a turf mat for 4 months, had completely changed how I swung a golf club.
It’s easy to get lost in the simulator sauce. You see 285 yards on that drive you hit for a few weeks and you get on the course thinking you’re Rory when really, it was probably more like 245 under ideal conditions.
I never got back to that form I had two years ago, and blame indoor gold, not me getting older, fatter, and less athletic, to my demise, because obviously.