Played 33 holes at my home course today to prepare for the monthly tournament this Saturday. Dropped the kids off at school and met up with NEWADDICTION to play a round. Played nine in the rain and wasn't feeling it. Mostly because I was the Brawny Man: hitting every goddam tree on the course. Frustrating.
So I left and we re-convened plus one at 1300. I'd hoped my bad luck would've receded with the rain. It didn't. Seems if there was a tree anywhere in view of my lie I was destined to hit it. Wasn't until the back that Lady Luck finally decided to pull out, spooge on my back, and call it a day. My back feels sticky. Thanks, Castle.
I'd thought about asking if y'all have ever had days like that, but it seems ridiculous. If you haven't had a day when your discs seem to get off on face-planting into tree bark you're a liar. The only real separation is periodicity. Today was my day.
What do you tell yourself to shake off The Ridiculousness? What's been helpful? I've got 99 problems and a birdie ain't one.
So I left and we re-convened plus one at 1300. I'd hoped my bad luck would've receded with the rain. It didn't. Seems if there was a tree anywhere in view of my lie I was destined to hit it. Wasn't until the back that Lady Luck finally decided to pull out, spooge on my back, and call it a day. My back feels sticky. Thanks, Castle.
I'd thought about asking if y'all have ever had days like that, but it seems ridiculous. If you haven't had a day when your discs seem to get off on face-planting into tree bark you're a liar. The only real separation is periodicity. Today was my day.
What do you tell yourself to shake off The Ridiculousness? What's been helpful? I've got 99 problems and a birdie ain't one.
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