Thinking of trading my G10 driver for a shuffleboard stick. (I hate this game!) Maybe I can get enough out of the Eye 2+'s at the Pawn Shop to buy checkers and a checkerboard at WalMart. (I hate this game!!) The Scotty, sold on ebay, should bring enough to get me checked in to the local nursing home. (Did I say, "I hate this game!!!")
For the past few seasons, my short irons and chipping have been the highlight of my game. My Eye 2+ lob wedge was money. Pitching wedge... sand wedge... lob wedge... scalpels in my hands. My weilding of those short clubs accounted for many, many, many 1-putt greens. That is, they did!!!!
For the past couple of weeks, I can't chip... I can't hit a short iron. My G10 is fantastic off the tee. The HiBore is an animal off the fairway on long par 5's. No hookies out of the hybrid. Even the long irons... I've hit more solid 3 and 4 irons than in recent memory. And... each and every round enhances the love I have for my Cameron. The short irons and the wedges flat out stink!!!!!
One short iron is thinned. The next is hit fat. I chunked a pitching wedge today that left a furrow that would have made John Deere proud. I also thinned a pitching wedge, two holes later, that would have cut an old balata ball in half. Hours later, my hands still sting!!!! No consistency. No touch. No feel. I hate this game!!!!
It ain't the clubs... they've performed well for a long time. It ain't the ball. It's the piece... glob of gray mater between my ears that has gone completely dead! I'm too old. I'm giving up the game. I'm going to begin calling nursing homes, tomorrow, and see which one has the most rich widows as residents!!!
Why is it that all components of this game will NOT come together at the same time? Why is it that all the stars of this game will NOT align themselves? Why is it that a person can hit a 250 yard drive, perfectly placed in the center of the fairway then chunk an 8 iron 20 yards? Why is it that a person can be less than 10 paces off a par 5 green in 2 and take 4 more to get down?
If you think it's the irons, pm me for the address where to send cash for me to purchase a new set. If you think it's the pathetic, old, washed up, has-been using the irons... I'll post the address of which "golden age" home I choose and you can come by to visit once in a while!!!
Supposed to be upper 60's and lower 70's all week. With daylight savings time, that leaves quite a bit of light in the evenings after work. I'll be spending hours upon hours upon hours, this week, chipping in the yard. If I dig up all the grass in the back yard... I'll move to the front. If I dig up all the grass in the front yard... I'll move to the neighbor's yard. If, by next weekend, I still have this mental block... I'll be the only one in the neighborhood that has a set of Ping irons as tomato stakes in their garden!!!!
For the past few seasons, my short irons and chipping have been the highlight of my game. My Eye 2+ lob wedge was money. Pitching wedge... sand wedge... lob wedge... scalpels in my hands. My weilding of those short clubs accounted for many, many, many 1-putt greens. That is, they did!!!!
For the past couple of weeks, I can't chip... I can't hit a short iron. My G10 is fantastic off the tee. The HiBore is an animal off the fairway on long par 5's. No hookies out of the hybrid. Even the long irons... I've hit more solid 3 and 4 irons than in recent memory. And... each and every round enhances the love I have for my Cameron. The short irons and the wedges flat out stink!!!!!
One short iron is thinned. The next is hit fat. I chunked a pitching wedge today that left a furrow that would have made John Deere proud. I also thinned a pitching wedge, two holes later, that would have cut an old balata ball in half. Hours later, my hands still sting!!!! No consistency. No touch. No feel. I hate this game!!!!
It ain't the clubs... they've performed well for a long time. It ain't the ball. It's the piece... glob of gray mater between my ears that has gone completely dead! I'm too old. I'm giving up the game. I'm going to begin calling nursing homes, tomorrow, and see which one has the most rich widows as residents!!!
Why is it that all components of this game will NOT come together at the same time? Why is it that all the stars of this game will NOT align themselves? Why is it that a person can hit a 250 yard drive, perfectly placed in the center of the fairway then chunk an 8 iron 20 yards? Why is it that a person can be less than 10 paces off a par 5 green in 2 and take 4 more to get down?
If you think it's the irons, pm me for the address where to send cash for me to purchase a new set. If you think it's the pathetic, old, washed up, has-been using the irons... I'll post the address of which "golden age" home I choose and you can come by to visit once in a while!!!
Supposed to be upper 60's and lower 70's all week. With daylight savings time, that leaves quite a bit of light in the evenings after work. I'll be spending hours upon hours upon hours, this week, chipping in the yard. If I dig up all the grass in the back yard... I'll move to the front. If I dig up all the grass in the front yard... I'll move to the neighbor's yard. If, by next weekend, I still have this mental block... I'll be the only one in the neighborhood that has a set of Ping irons as tomato stakes in their garden!!!!