SilverUberXeno
El Tigre Blanco
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- Jul 26, 2005
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This year has been a trying experience for me and my golf game.
When the season started in New York this year, I was already playing near my best after the first couple rounds. I'd finish the front nine four or five over hitting the ball decently and putting well enough. As the summer came in I started practicing a LOT, and it showed. I'd go out and make 3 birdies in 6 holes, hammer drives, stick wedges silly close, and hit my irons like it was as simple as tic-tac-toe.
Then, like the tide, is all disappeared. I moved to North Carolina in October for plenty of reasons, one of which being that I could keep playing golf and didn't need to own a snow shovel. Like clockwork, from the moment I set foot in ol' NC, it was like swinging at a firefly with a broomstick. I lost it all. I SERIOUSLY considered quitting the game. Now, I've "quit" golf approximately $5,000 times. But I genuinely lost interest in the game. I started to feel that, even if I could go shoot a 75, who cares? What a stupid game, a pointless game, a waste of money and life.
But I'd already invested so much in this stupid, pointless waste of money and life. I have a LOT of gloves (you wouldn't believe me if I told you) and 7 pairs of shoes. I said to myself, "I'm gonna burn through this crap, and then quit. But I'm done buying clubs. It's not the clubs' fault."
So I dragged my sorry ass to the driving range; played for free with a friend a few times. I decided that I might as well make the most of it while I burn through these shoes. I forced myself to forget everything I'd ever read aside from a few choice swing-notes. I decided that I needed the clubface to hit the ball squarely, in the center, then apply speed.
Fast forward to Tuesday, two days ago; 44*, breezey, snow in some places. I puke up a 42 on the front 9 driving the ball like garbage. Included in that 42 were two 5-foot putts that I left one inch short, and a drop due to a lateral hazard. Fast forward to the driving range today; 41*, cloudy. Effortlessly turning it both ways with every club in the bag; even the driver is responding reasonably well, and EXCEPTIONALLY well to a gentle fade. She still doesn't like to turn left, but when you can smash a 5-10 yard fade up the left side, why worry?
I'm hitting the ball more purely now than I have in months, and it's going to be January in 8 hours. My dream set of clubs should have been here today, but apparently won't be arriving until Saturday or Monday. I've got grips ready for them.
Cross your fingers for a gentle winter, because the alternative is that I'm going to be playing in the snow.
When the season started in New York this year, I was already playing near my best after the first couple rounds. I'd finish the front nine four or five over hitting the ball decently and putting well enough. As the summer came in I started practicing a LOT, and it showed. I'd go out and make 3 birdies in 6 holes, hammer drives, stick wedges silly close, and hit my irons like it was as simple as tic-tac-toe.
Then, like the tide, is all disappeared. I moved to North Carolina in October for plenty of reasons, one of which being that I could keep playing golf and didn't need to own a snow shovel. Like clockwork, from the moment I set foot in ol' NC, it was like swinging at a firefly with a broomstick. I lost it all. I SERIOUSLY considered quitting the game. Now, I've "quit" golf approximately $5,000 times. But I genuinely lost interest in the game. I started to feel that, even if I could go shoot a 75, who cares? What a stupid game, a pointless game, a waste of money and life.
But I'd already invested so much in this stupid, pointless waste of money and life. I have a LOT of gloves (you wouldn't believe me if I told you) and 7 pairs of shoes. I said to myself, "I'm gonna burn through this crap, and then quit. But I'm done buying clubs. It's not the clubs' fault."
So I dragged my sorry ass to the driving range; played for free with a friend a few times. I decided that I might as well make the most of it while I burn through these shoes. I forced myself to forget everything I'd ever read aside from a few choice swing-notes. I decided that I needed the clubface to hit the ball squarely, in the center, then apply speed.
Fast forward to Tuesday, two days ago; 44*, breezey, snow in some places. I puke up a 42 on the front 9 driving the ball like garbage. Included in that 42 were two 5-foot putts that I left one inch short, and a drop due to a lateral hazard. Fast forward to the driving range today; 41*, cloudy. Effortlessly turning it both ways with every club in the bag; even the driver is responding reasonably well, and EXCEPTIONALLY well to a gentle fade. She still doesn't like to turn left, but when you can smash a 5-10 yard fade up the left side, why worry?
I'm hitting the ball more purely now than I have in months, and it's going to be January in 8 hours. My dream set of clubs should have been here today, but apparently won't be arriving until Saturday or Monday. I've got grips ready for them.
Cross your fingers for a gentle winter, because the alternative is that I'm going to be playing in the snow.
