I'm a 15 and I genuinely think I'd be happier at a 30.
Today I had 2 birdies AND chipped in for eagle from 65 yards. Still shot +17. I can’t show off that scorecard unless it’s redacted like certain files.
Over the years I've holed out from 150yds, drained breaking putts the length of CVS receipts, and driven fairways tighter than Middle East tension. I know what good feels like - which makes the bad absolutely soul crushing.
A 30 handicap doesn't know what they're missing.
They're out there having the time of their life just making contact. Me? I stand over a 4-iron knowing I can flush it, then chunk it so hard I have to see if my shaft bent.
The glimpses of greatness are the cruelest part.
You can't un-feel a pure strike. You can't un-see a ball tracking at the flag. And you can't explain to your partners how you just shanked it into the group BEHIND you.
15 handicap is golf purgatory. Too good to have low expectations. Too bad to actually play to them.
What's the most frustrating handicap range to be stuck in? Is there a worse no-man's-land than this?