Last week my men’s league had “ladies day” which is where all the men play from the ladies or red tees.
Lowest score other than mine was a 70. My score? 65! I found my true calling in golf and crushed the field by five shots! And I even bogeyed a par five. I had two eagles in a row and had a five footer for a 3rd but lipped out…
I’m proud to be ladies’ day champ. Look out Michelle Wie…
Just got an email from one of my long time golf buddies, Dave. He and my other golf buddy Dan were playing last night. They had some issues with a goose. I’ll just post the whole email here:
Get this…Dan & I start playing front 9 @ 7:15 pm Sat.
At Dan’s 2nd shot, he hits a screaming, skulled, grounder into the neck of a goose (that was laying down amongst about 15 geese). Immediately, we can see the neck is broken, but the goose isn’t dead. In an effort to be humane, Dan tries to kill it off by wringing its neck, but no dice, it will not die. I take my soaked golf towel and wrap it around the goose’s mouth and nostrils to smother/suffocate it, but no dice again, it won’t die. While I am smothering it, Dan takes out a pocket knife and cuts it’s head off. It died. We then brought the goose to the area of the foxes den on #1 so they could have an easy meal.
Lots of guys can hunt with guns. Some guys hunt with archery. Dan beats ’em all. He can hunt with hybrids.
FYI, Dan was pretty upset that he killed a goose. I was fine with it…Less goose crap to step in now.
I’m with Dave. Less goose crap is good.
On the range before the father/son tournament this morning I’m hitting wedge shots. The guy hack behind me is hitting drivers. He hits a “directionally challenged” a.k.a. sideways shot which hit me right in the left butt cheek. We’re talking about a guy hitting a full swing shot off his driver which hits me in the ass from 4-5 feet.
I turned around and looked at the guy and said “Um, that hurt” in a very dry nonchalant manner. He was sorry and embarassed, as he should have been.
Two weeks ago I was fighting off the shanks. Then I played consistent, but not stellar golf in the Salt Lake Am with a 77, 78. I shot about 7-8 rounds in a row in the 70’s. Then I had a shank relapse. Funny thing was I went birdie, shank-double, birdie. That is insane. Next round I started shanking again and shot a humiliating 82.
I’ve lost 20 yards off the tee this year. My normally long driver is not long. Now I’m the short hitter in my group and I used to be the bomber. I’ve lost yards with my irons as well. I’m a good club shorter than I’ve been for the last 10 years.
When I look at the ball marks on my driver face, they’re all over the map. They’re inside, toe, high, low… Something is changing my position. My irons are almost all shanks and seldom do I feel that compression I used to feel almost every shot. My normal deadly wedges are short right.
I used to be a draw or straight ball hitter. Seldom do I draw the ball anymore. They’re all fades. Weak sister fades to be exact.
Just don’t know
I’m unsure about ball position. I’m not sure if I’m taking the club back properly. I have poor concentration. My shoulders don’t seem to be aligned right, nor do my feet.
One good thing
My putter is freakin’ incredible right now. Unfortunately I’m draining bombs to save par or bogey. If I could hit some damn greens in regulation I’d be making a ton of birdies.
Time for a break
I’ve been playing golf a lot lately. My game has not improved and has actually gotten worse. I’ve burned myself out, and beaten my golfer’s elbow up so bad I’m in a ton of pain. Time for a break.
I have some theories as to why my game is such a mess right now. The two primary ones are somewhat related. I suspect I’m not able to concentrate because of things happening in my world outside of golf.
I also suspect that my losing about 24 pounds in the last couple of months could be causing my power loss and making my swing more wild. How could it make it wild? I’m much more flexible.
When I come back from my break, which could be a few days, a week or who knows… I plan on enlisting my PGA Pro. I’m going to start from the ground up and rebuild my swing.
Today my Dad and I played in a 27 hole member-guest tournament at his club Hidden Valley. We play this tourney every year and enjoy the format. The course has 27 holes and each nine is a different game: two man scramble, alternate shot, net best ball.
We started out great and kicking the butts of my pal Arnie and his partner Bruce. But when my Dad and I get to the alternate shot it is very difficult. The pressure of alternate shot is high and if you mess up you leave your partner holding the bag. My dad and I did that to each other a few times and flamed out on that nine.
Throughout the rest of the round Arnie and Bruce caught fire and started burying us. It was an old fashioned demolition. Despite a great session at the range prior, my 2009 “mystery swing” reappeared and I started finding parts of the course I never new existed. I’m getting tired of that.
The end result when all was said and done was not finishing in the money, and having to pay Arnie and Bruce for the nice golf lesson.
There was about a 30 minute rain delay when we were on a par-5. It was there I witnessed something I’ve never seen, a five putt. This was during the stressful alternate shot. I watched Arnie and Bruce trade putts and trade putts and trade putts. They ended up carding a five putt on that hole for a total of nine strokes. Had they even two putted they would have probably finished in the money. Despite that nine, they still waxed my Dad and I.
Congrats guys. We’ll be seeing you next year…