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Senior Moments at My First Senior Tournament

Written by: Tony Korologos | Tuesday, August 30th, 2016
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Bonneville 12th Green

Bonneville 12th Green

It was my first “senior” tournament this past Saturday. I still don’t understand how I’m a senior golfer but don’t get senior discounts at burger places… Anyway..

I get to the range and start pumping balls over the fence at the back of the range. I’m killing it. I get to #1 tee and hook the ^&$@ out of my tee shot. Somehow I make birdie anyway. On the 2nd hole I hook the @#$%* out of it again and hit an OB fence, bouncing back in play 60 yards. I still make a triple-bogey 7. I haven’t made a triple in a tournament since, well maybe 3-4 years ago.

Later in the round I’m putting for eagle on the par-5 5th and I feel an itch on my shoulder. I itch it and feel a bump under my shirt. It’s a wasp. He stings me. I try to get him out of my shirt and he stings me again. I rip my Dunning shirt off and run around while my players watch me wondering WTF I’m doing. I make birdie.

The rest of the round I had a hard time hitting any kind of drive. I hit such a horrid drive on the par-4 7th that I put a sky mark in my driver. Never done that before, ever. It went about 200 feet straight up and forward about 30 yards. When the ball was at its apex, a guy in my group said, “oh my God.” All I could do was laugh.

I shoot 79 and can barely keep a driver in play the whole round. Strange because my driving has been fantastic all year. I’ll chalk it up to being a senior and try to forget about it.


Call Me Señor Senior

Written by: Tony Korologos | Saturday, August 27th, 2016
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Amateur golf tournament season is winding down here in northern Utah.  I’m playing one of the last tournaments of this year a little later this morning.  It’s the club championship at Bonneville, one of my home courses.  I didn’t realize it was club championship weekend and I didn’t plan on playing in the 36-hole, two-day championship because, well, I’m not going to shoot two rounds of 66.  So I’d just be donating.

But my buddies signed me up for the “Saturday” portion of the event.  I came to find out the club also has a “Senior Championship.”  I qualify now, at 50.  So “what the hell?” I’m thinking.  I’m not going to beat the 22 year old flat-belly college scholarship guys on the University of Utah golf team, but maybe I have a chance against the old farts.

Bonneville Golf Course Aerial Photo by Tony Korologos

Bonneville Golf Course Aerial Photo by Tony Korologos


Even Though I Lost This Match, Match Play is Still My Favorite Form of Golf

Written by: Tony Korologos | Tuesday, July 12th, 2016
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Bonneville Golf Course Aerial Photo by Tony Korologos

Bonneville Golf Course Aerial Photo by Tony Korologos

Yesterday I played my 3rd round of net match play for the 2016 Bonneville men’s club. Any rounds at this point are gravy since I’ve gotten my entry fee back. Today’s match was against a very good player, a 1-handicap. After blowing at 8-iron over the green on the par-5 first hole in two, I went one-down with a par. On the 2nd I 3-jacked (not normal for me) to go two-down. If I didn’t get my ass in gear this was going to be the world’s quickest 9-hole net match…

Fortunately I made two good shots to get to about 15 feet for birdie on the tough par-4 3rd. Made the putt to go 1-down.

My opponent, knowing I was getting a pop on the 4th hole, made about a 40 foot bomb for birdie to tie my net birdie. Still 1-down.

On the par-5 5th my opponent made an impressive par after hitting his drive in the lateral hazard to the right. My net birdie put the match back to even.

I screwed up on the par-3 6th. My opponent missed the green and made bogey. I ran my birdie putt by too far, too aggressive. Missed the downhill come back putt. Still even. Should have been 1-up.

On the par-4 7th I hit a killer approach right at the pin from 125. Hit landed, went up to the hole, then spun back about 25 feet. Bad luck there. Opponent makes birdie and I go 1-down.

On the short par-4 8th (about 330ish?) my opponent actually waited for the green to clear before teeing off. He made it to just short. I don’t have that shot in the bag so I hit my best shot of the day, a solid 4-iron. I hit an okay approach to about 20 feet and said “Houston, we have a problem.” A player as good as my opponent should make birdie from so close to the green and that’s just what he did. My birdie putt to extend the match just missed.

Game over.

In the most entertainming moment of the match my opponent shook my hand and said, “nice match, Troy.”

Ouch.

He realized the name mistake and apologized, but not after I gave him some grief.

On the 9th, playing for fun, I made birdie. Of course…

I shot even par for the nine holes and lost 2-down. My opponent shot 3-under. I don’t feel too bad. That’s some damn good golf being played.

Even though I lost today, match play is still my favorite form of golf.

Not much time to think about this match. This afternoon I play my gross match, against a pro who is one of the best players in the association.


Golf Psych 101: Competition

Written by: Tony Korologos | Friday, June 24th, 2016
Categories: GolfHackersMiscellaneous

swing_thoughts brainAt the time my handicap was the absolute best I was playing with a group of eight guys, none of whom was higher than a 5-handicap.  In the group there was a zero and a bunch of 1’s and 2’s.  It was a tough group.  If you didn’t bring your A-game, you had to make sure you brought your A-TM game.   I really loved the competition level and intensity of those years, and I think playing in that group helped me improve and play at a high level, for an amateur.  I was playing 4-5 times per week as well, which I’m sure helped. My handicap got as low as a 0.9.

Unfortunately that group dissolved.  I still play with some of those guys, a time or two a year.

Fast forward 10-15 years to now.  Because of where I am in life (translation: day job, wife, 3-year old, limited time), I can’t play 4-5 times per week.  I’m only able to play two times, and perhaps a 3rd time if I’m lucky.  Yes it sounds crazy that I say “only,” because many amateurs play once a week, once a month, or maybe a few times a year.  I realize despite a 50% drop in rounds, I play more than probably 90% of amateur golfers.   Playing less does not help my game.  Winter around here in northern Utah hurts the game as well.  Nothing hurts your feel and crispness as much as a six month frost delay.

But now that summer is here I’m past the spring rust phase.  I’m also playing quite a bit right now.  It’s not cold either.  Many of the reasons or excuses I could use for not playing well are not useable.  Up until about 1.5 weeks ago, I’ve struggled to break 80 with many rounds around 85.  Why?  If I knew that, I would fix it.

The last week and a half though, I’ve finally seemed to turn a corner.  Rather than mid 80’s, I’ve got a 74, 76, and two nine hole rounds that come in at -2 and even.  What happened?  Did I suddenly become a better golfer?  Did I change swings?  Did I put a new driver into play?  What?

So what is contributing to the better scores? I don’t feel like I’m hitting the ball much better, but I’m scoring better.  I don’t feel like my abilities have suddenly changed.  What has changed is my “playing environment.”  I’ve changed from the casual buddy group to the more intense competitive match play and tournament rounds.  Also played 18 with a different group a couple of days ago, all who hit the ball as far or farther than me and could clean my clock on any given day if I don’t bring the A-game.  It seems that perhaps for a while I’ve been in a playing rut due to the group I’ve been in.  All good chaps for sure, but I’ve gotten too comfortable in the group. I’m not focused. There are higher handicap players in the group as well.  Perhaps there’s a bit of “playing to the level of the other players” going on.  Perhaps being around a higher handicapper for round after round has caused me to lose focus in my own game. Try not to interpret that as an arrogant comment. Think of another individual sport like tennis. A high level tennis player may not improve or keep his skills in top shape playing an opponent who is not at the same level. Yes one could argue that another player’s game should not affect one’s own golf game and there could be some truth to that. But I’m generally the kind of player who plays better if I’m around better players.

So where does that put me if the above analysis is true? Part of what makes golf enjoyable is the camaraderie of playing with friends. Perhaps the approach should be to keep the serious golf on the schedule, and play the casual and less intense rounds with the buddies now and then too.

Or maybe all that is a bunch of nonsense and I’m just playing better now. It could just be the phase of the moon or because I put my left sock on first instead of the right one this past week. Wait, I think maybe the better play is because of better underwear scripting…


The Great Sock Scripting Malfunction of 2016 Will Go Down in Infamy

Written by: Tony Korologos | Tuesday, June 7th, 2016
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In the previous post about the 2016 RCK Salt Lake City Amateur tournament, I mention briefly a sock scripting malfunction.  I thought the story deserved it’s own golf blog post so here it is.

In the 2nd round of the tournament Sunday I had some other problems in the shoe/sock department.  I can laugh now but at the time I was not laughing.

Foot Injuries

I walked some 20+ miles in some new shoes early in the week and as a result got a bad blister on my left heel, along with some kind of injury on my right arch.  So I had some pain in both feet, which makes walking 12 miles in the tournament a little difficult.

Here is my ankle scripting for day two of the city am. It held up well.

A photo posted by Hooked on Golf Blog (@hookedongolfblog) on

I taped the hell out of my ankle and changed shoes on the 2nd day.  That helped a lot.  The new old shoes did not rub or make the blister worse thank the golf gods.

Sock Scripting Malfunction

It was about 7 a.m. and my bedroom was still dark Sunday morning, the day of the second round. As to not wake up the lovely sleeping beauty bride, I quietly grabbed a pair of white Kentwool Tour socks from my drawer and tip toed out of the bedroom and headed to the tournament. In the parking lot of the course when I attempted to put the socks on I found they were about 8 sizes too small.  They were my 3-year-old son’s Kentwools, accidentally located in my sock drawer! Complete and utter sock scripting #fail.

I had no choice. I stretched them and put them on. Surprisingly I could stretch them enough to cover my feet and ankle. My playing partners/buddies told me “just buy some damn socks in the pro-shop!” I told them, “I’m not going to buy a crappy pair of cotton socks. I’d rather wear my 3-year-old’s Kentwools than adult size crap socks.” They thought I was nuts.  Then again, they don’t wear Kentwools so they can’t possibly understand.

A few holes in my toes were being crushed together and the stretched fabric was not giving me enough padding. I knew if I continued on I’d do even more damage to my feet. On the 3rd hole I called lovely bride and asked her to bring me new socks.

On the 8th fairway a cart from the pro-shop came down with a grocery sack for me. Special delivery from the wife. Inside was a pair of white Kentwools. Thank you thank you. On the 9th tee I started to put the socks on and realized something. The socks were my wife’s socks, not mine! Too small again! Dammit to hell! I looked in the sack and fortunately she brought an extra pair of Masters green Kentwools, which were my size.  What a relief.

Below are all the socks involved in this event, after I wore them all.  The smaller sizes are a bit stretched out now.

Kentwool Fail

Left: 3-year-old’s socks | Middle: wife’s socks | Right: my socks

I finished the hot round in 95 degrees with comfy feet and no further issues. Ironically I played better in my 3-year-old’s socks than ones that were my size.

  • Score while wearing 3-year-old’s socks: one over par.
  • Score while wearing socks my size: six over par.

The stats don’t lie. I guess I’ll be wearing my 3-year-old’s socks from this point on.  Kentwools only, of course.


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