Too Much Golf?

Too much golf?
I don't mean for me, of course - even though I've played at least 9 holes about every day so far this year, except Jan 1 (still kicking myself for not playing that day, since it was pretty mild weather).
We've been blessed with unusually great weather for January (although one of my rounds was in 34 degrees).
Nope, the "too much golf" I'm referring to is for my buddy "Ace" Middleton. He's always been a great ball striker and almost always was on the green in regulation (very much unlike me). And if he wasn't on, his chipping was good enough to give lessons to pros (again, very much unlike me). However, his one and only weakness was his putting - which I think was more a confidence thing. And, it was the one point in our play where I had a chance to make up ground. I was an over-confident putter (from playing putting games on practice greens where I kept playing until I 2-putted every hole at least once). However, I got away from my putting practice (to actually play full rounds) and needless to say, after a few blown 3-footers, I now have a phobia about 3-foot putts; and Rusty is whopping the crap out of me. My putting confidence left just as unfortunately his arrived. He can't miss anything 8 feet on in. I can't make anything unless it's at least 8 feet.
Yesterday though, I found a great new practice green, in great shape with tricky pin placements. Just by coincidence the local high-school team was on the driving range right next to the putting green. Nothing like a flock of coeds to either make or break your spirit in putting. Turns out I was putting so well I felt like everyone in the place was probably watching and admiring me, just like as if I was Ben Hogan. (Of course, probably no one noticed me, other than maybe with a "Hey, look at the old gray-haired guy putting. He's pretty good.") Ha! pretty good. If I could have hit the tee shots they were all hitting I might have even worked up the nerve to go rent a bucket of balls; but why spoil a good thing. And now, if I can keep away from playing a while and just go back and practice putting, maybe, just maybe, the coveted Tulsa Golf Challenge Champion medal will come back home to daddy (especially if I bend "Ace's" putter just slightly.)