Date: 31 Aug 2006 03:35:27
From: muk
Subject: Tale of two, one shitty (apologies to Charles Dickens).
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I played a round on Sunday and again today.
I have been slightly frustrated with my game. I have managed to get my
hcp down to 14, but the way I was hitting the ball at the beginning of
the year, my coach felt I was in for bigger and better things. Pretty
much a 14 for the most part this year.
So Sunday we head out to Riverway, a course in Burnaby. I start of
with a double. Then another. Nothing appears to be working.On the
first par 5, I hit the green in two, something I have never done. I
make a bird and feel things are coming around. By the ninth hole I am
ready to kill something or someone. Drives are wayward, irons are
sucking, putts are awful. On the 12th, I do something that I NEVER do;
I throw my club into the next fairway and I take my scorecard and tear
it into 1000 pieces. I finish the round, simply because I am there. I
feel like a jerk for acting like one, and I can see my playing
partners feel the same way about me. I don't have a score for this
atrocity.
I am ready to call this season quits. So today I go out to Fort
Langley, after some convincing that I need to do this. On the first
nine (it is a 35/36 par 71) I shoot all pars except one bogey for a
one over 36. Second round the wheels come of a bit, but I hack out a
44 for an 80, my best score in ages. 4 Fairways on the front, only one
on the back. Only 28 putts.
I don't get this game. It must be between my ears. Or maybe it isn't.
Worst news today was on the 18th par 4, after smacking a drive way out
there, I notice my Ping G2's face has what appears to be a stress
fracture through the sweet spot. Off to Golf Town to see if Ping will
replace it.
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