At least it's not like that
(me at golf)
I spent the day on the golf course. It's something I do at least twice a year, whether I need to or not. This time it's a little tournament that my in-laws host. It's a scramble, which means we take the best shot of the foursome and proceed from there.
I enjoy the format because I never get penalized for terrible shots and occasionally get rewarded for a good shot. Today promises to be no different, but as we get a couple of holes in, my internal pressure meter starts to creep up. Even without penalties for bad shots, as the group keeps passing over my efforts, I feel like I'm not contributing and having a bad day.
Mind you, this isn't the kind of tournament that is anything but fun. I can't win anything. The only prize is for the losing team, and even then, you just don't want to be the most valuable loser (MVL) on that team. So, why am I getting stressed out? I find myself thinking, "I stink, but I'm not on the worst team and I don't think I'm playing as bad as my teammates." Textbook contrast effect, right?
The day goes well, fun is had, and I head home to discover a block party I forgot about. We've had some turnover in the neighborhood and new families are moving in. New, energetic, social, families that buy houses and fix them up real nice. I look over my beer at their lush, manicured lawns and think about what my crazy weedy lawn is looking like. "It's bad," I think, "but it's not as bad as my neighbor's."
My wife and I walk back to our house as the party is breaking up. The neighbor with the weedier lawn is just pulling in. As we chat, he says, "Hey, did you see we finally got the lawn guy out here?" to which I said yes, because it was obvious. "The old lawn guy said he'd never come back," he said and looked over his weed kingdom. "But at least our lawn doesn't look like that," he said, pointing to the across the street neighbor. "Their's is really bad."
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