Ravenous Bugblatter Beast
Deep in thought
- Sep 6, 2005
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On Friday, the forecast for golfing in my area didn't sound too promising. Chilly rain on Saturday, turning cold late in the afternoon and maybe changing to snow. Sunday would be cold, below freezing and windy.
But Saturday turned out to be cloudy, but little rain. And temperatures hovering around 50, still the cold front would arrive late in the afternoon. So I got to a golf course around 12:45, and found it pretty well empty. Out I went, keeping a somewhat nervous eye towards the sky, the northwest, as the cold front could push through with showers.
It was on the walk from the 14th to the 15th hole that the cold front came. Dry, but the wind began to howl. That meant the 15th played with a vicious left-to-right crosswind, and at over 200 yards, I was happy enough to get a double-bogey there. Then it was on to the finishing 3 holes, all of which would play straight into the teeth of that wind.
Now 16 is a straight par-4 and over 400 yards. It was intimidating with that wind, and I teed it up a bit lower, and stood myself with the ball on the inside of my left heel, hoping to hit a low, boring kind of drive into it. I was worried some about my fade getting exaggerated by the headwind, but I said, "Let's do it," and gave it my best swing with the vision of what I wanted it to do.
I nailed it flush. Fairly nice and low trajectory, boring into throat of that wind. Just the slightest of fade to it, but going down the left center of the fairway and moving back towards the center. I smiled.
Up until I discovered the drive had gone all of a paltry 150 yards.
Ahh, wind.
But Saturday turned out to be cloudy, but little rain. And temperatures hovering around 50, still the cold front would arrive late in the afternoon. So I got to a golf course around 12:45, and found it pretty well empty. Out I went, keeping a somewhat nervous eye towards the sky, the northwest, as the cold front could push through with showers.
It was on the walk from the 14th to the 15th hole that the cold front came. Dry, but the wind began to howl. That meant the 15th played with a vicious left-to-right crosswind, and at over 200 yards, I was happy enough to get a double-bogey there. Then it was on to the finishing 3 holes, all of which would play straight into the teeth of that wind.
Now 16 is a straight par-4 and over 400 yards. It was intimidating with that wind, and I teed it up a bit lower, and stood myself with the ball on the inside of my left heel, hoping to hit a low, boring kind of drive into it. I was worried some about my fade getting exaggerated by the headwind, but I said, "Let's do it," and gave it my best swing with the vision of what I wanted it to do.
I nailed it flush. Fairly nice and low trajectory, boring into throat of that wind. Just the slightest of fade to it, but going down the left center of the fairway and moving back towards the center. I smiled.
Up until I discovered the drive had gone all of a paltry 150 yards.
Ahh, wind.