Yeah been there. Even scarier is if I manage to birdie a hole, getting my ego pumped up enough to keep trying to improve myself.
Sadly the cost of the game, plus the cost of raising kids is what killed my game. No time to go, and no $$ to do it. Up till two weeks ago, my last game was May or early June, 2008, just before Audrey was born. I did get a chance a couple of weeks ago while at the cabin to get out with dad and his buddy, I used his clubs, mine are in storage, and was..meh. I had to use a variety of clubs for putting, Dad shoots right like me, but putts left and his buddy is a lefty.

Not sure if I'll get a chance again any time soon, might see if Dad wants to try in the fall around here.