Felix wrote:smackaholic wrote: i think my neuron address file is messed up or something.
one of my big problems is I'll get to the top of the backswing in perfect position
then right before I start down, something in my head inevitably says "be sure not to go (right or left depending on the hole shape) at which time I over correct and either snap hook it, or hit a overheated fade....
I have a different problem.
It's called not being independently wealthy.
If I could just go play golf every day rather than go to work, I'm fairly sure I could iron out the kinks. Since being married 21+ years ago, I've prolly played an average of a round a year. Went 5-6 year stretches without swinging a club. On a good year, maybe 5 rounds.
Hope to do a little better this year. Also plan on hitting a large open space owned by the town with the shag bag a few nights a week after work.
Played friday with a buddy from work. It was scary. The front nine was the worst I have played since my first year playing golf (1978). Shot a 62.
Yup, sixty fukkin dos. I usually look to get under 50, even after a few years off. Part was shit luck, hitting every tree in sight. Part was simply not being able to hit a good damn 7 iron, which, usually is automatic, even when rusty. Shot 46 on the back. Nothing to write home about, but almost 2 strokes a hole better than the front. Midway through the front was the closest I ever came to just walking off the fukking course! I think completely not giving a fukk helped the swing quite a bit on the back.