Well, grab a drink or ten...
Writing this on my couch. Just had some Chick Fil A, still sucks balls (since they don’t do well done anymore, what a waste of fucking money...no offense to ChickenMan).
Where do I start? How about with holes 12-18? Where I used only nine clubs (4-PW, 60°, Putter). Or how about the 14th? Hitting three balls off the box and lying 5? The double on #2? No, fuck that hole. How about the FOUR OF THIRTEEN FAIRWAYS I HIT TODAY? Yes, let’s start there... no no no, from the beginning...
5 par 3’s - 5 par 5’s - par 72 - 6933 horse shit yards.
#1 Par 4
1i drive, rough. 7i pin seeker, two putt par.
#2 Par 5
Fuck this hole. Double.
#3 Par 4
FAIRWAY!!!!!!!!! GREEN IN REGULATION!!!!!! Three putt.... 😐
#4-#7 I play in -2. Cool back to +1.
#8 Par 3
Ugly bogey.
#9 Par 4
Drive in the rough, second in front of green 20yds out, bladed wedge over the green, less shitty wedge on the green, two putt, double. Nice....Idiot.
#10 Par 5
Absolutely sprayed driver, lucky par.
#11 Par 4
Sprayed 1i, double.
#12 Par 4 372Yd
On this hole I decided to hit the 4i off the box from here on in. Fairway, green, drain the birdie putt.
#13 Par 3
Bogey
#14 par 4 385
First tee ball, houses. Second tee ball, houses, third tee ball hooked into the shit. I try and one hand it, dug in deeper. Unplayable, blah blah blah 20’ for an 8. Nice.
#15 par 3
Bogey
#16 par 4 436
Fairway. Bullshit. Bogey.
#17 par 4 450
Fairway, 222 in, guess what? Another F’ING 4i. To 15’. Miss the putt, par.
#18 par 5 532
Professional lip out for a finishing par.
4/13 FW’s
9/18 GIRs
28 Putts
40/45 85
I didn’t, well, I chose not to hit my Driver, 3w, 1i, 50°, of my 56° from #11 and on. I couldn’t hit any of them. I felt like, if you handed me a driver, I’d ask, “what does this do?”. I was terrified off the tee box and terrified with a wedge in my hand. Like, I wouldn’t shake but, I was pretty dang close. It was a surreal feeling. I was absolutely grinding to get to +1 through 7. It was exhausting. Sure, it was the tightest course I’ve ever played but, last week was tight too. My long game just evaporated. My bread n butter, gone. You couldn’t pay me enough to hit a driver off the tee box. Just a big, fat, steaming pile of shit round.
But......
The next quest to qualify is mid September, Houston AM. It’s tough to get back on the horse after this, considering I was so damn close last week. But, I just gotta grind harder. Fast some more, Eat better, and swing better. On to the next...
...Four of thirteen fairways? What the hell was that about?
