My game stinks
I don’t know what is up. I feel good physically. I’ve lost 20 pounds over the last couple of months and I’m looking like a younger “flat belly” player now. My back isn’t stiff at all. The swing “feels” good. I feel loose. Everything seems to be working and feeling good up until I make contact.
Tuesday I did something I haven’t done since somewhere around 2004. I shanked a shot. I handled it fairly well and didn’t get too bent out of shape.
I feel like I’m actually making solid contact but finding my concentration level is very low and I’m making poor decisions. I’m not focused.
Worst round of the year
Today I carded my worst score of the year and sent myself into an even more confused state than I already was in, which is hard to imagine. Somehow I managed to push on all my bets (won some lost some) which I can’t believe.
Game management? No. Course management? No. I’m in a state of “disaster management.”
Maybe I should just let it go
Perhaps I shouldn’t get too down about my bad rounds right now. I do seem to go through this phase a few times per year. Tomorrow is another day, and I’m golfing so it won’t be too bad. A report will follow.
I’m still recovering from my incredible journey which caused me to miss the entire TPC tournament last week. I have the tourney DVR’d so I’ll watch it if I get bored.
Can you see me? I should tee up a driver from this spot at Canyonlands with a 2000 foot drop. That would be one sure way of increasing my driving distance.
Last week I camped with my pop and my two youngest in southern Utah. The first night we were at a remote and desolate site between Canyonlands National Park and Dead Horse Point State Park. We visited Dead Horse and Canyonlands in the first 24 hours. The picture above is of me (can you see me?) standing atop a ledge at Canyonlands. There’s a 2000 foot drop below.
The rest of the trip we camped in Arches National Park, my favorite place on this planet. We hiked all over and saw the incredible land formations and some of the 2000 documented arches in the park. Arches has the highest concentration of natural bridges in the world and to be “documented” the arches must be three feet wide or bigger. I’ve reviewed Arches before and you can read that post here.
Below I’m standing in the single most breathtaking place I’ve ever visited, Delicate Arch. This is the arch you see on Utah’s license plates.
I’ve visited this incredible spot dozens of times. Every time I turn that last corner of the 1.5 mile hike straight uphill in the hot desert heat and see the arch, I’m speechless and breathless. I completely forget how tired I was and I’m filled with energy and humbled by the beauty of this place.
I only posted two images in here, but I shot 792 photos last week. That was clearly not enough so I’m going back in two weeks…
The HP Byron Nelson Championship is played May 21 through May 24 at the Four Seasons Las Colinas outside Dallas. The tournament is affectionately called “The Byron”, and it’s put on by the Salesmanship Club of Dallas. This is the first in a series of preview articles leading up to the tournament.
The numbers speak for themselves, but no matter how impressive Byron Nelson’s records are it’s the quality of the man people talk about first. He set records as a golfer that may never be touched, and it’s only appropriate that the tournament that bears his name continues to set records every year, even after his death.
BEFORE THE TOUR
John Byron Nelson, Jr. was born near Waxahachie, TX on February 4, 1912. Throughout his career on the course and his life afterward he’s intrinsically linked to fellow PGA Tour greats Sam Snead and fellow Texan Ben Hogan, as the three of them were born within 6 months of each other.
When Byron was 11 his family moved to Fort Worth, and he proceeded to have a close call with typhoid fever. At age 12 he was baptized, and it also marked the beginning of his life in golf, as he started caddying at the Glen Garden Country Club. The fact that caddies were not officially allowed to play on the club didn’t hold Byron back, as he used to sneak onto the course to play in the dark. A couple of years later the rules were relaxed a bit, and Byron defeated fellow caddy Ben Hogan in a 9-hole playoff to win the club’s caddy tournament.
TPC Sawgrass island green – click for more images
I’ve been saving this one, my review of TPC Sawgrass, until the right time. Obviously the week of THE PLAYERS CHAMPIONSHIP is a great time to post it. This piece could shape up to be the longest one I’ve ever written and for good reason. There’s a lot to tell.
I was at the PGA Show Friday doing my thing, interviewing people and checking out all the gear. I was talking to Fuzzy Zoeller when my phone rang. Obviously when you are talking to Fuzzy Zoeller, whoever is calling can go to voicemail. When I checked the message it was my buddy Eddie from Black Mesa in New Mexico. His message, “Hey Tony we’re here at the show. Come over and visit us at the food court. We’re playing TPC Sawgrass tomorrow and we have an open spot. Did you bring your clubs?”
I had goose bumps. One second I was planning on a busy Saturday at the show, complete with interviews of Ian Poulter and Erica Blasberg. The next second I knew I was going to be blowing off Ian and Erica and playing one of those “must play” courses of a lifetime.
Happy Cinco De Mayo!
And a very happy birthday to my long time friend Johnny.