That reminds me of a description I once heard of what makes for a beautiful woman. It went something like this.I realize I’m never going to be a golf pro and play on the tour. I don’t have the talent for it. That’s obvious by my scores.
I realized late last year reading a thread here on THP that my game isn’t bad... by any means. It’s average.
I drive the ball average of 185 yards or so. That’s average for an American golfer.
My score is usually in the low 100’s. That’s average for an American golfer.
I’m average height at 5’11”
I’m average weight
All in all I am completely average.
My golf game reflects that. But I still have fun playing at the game.
I went to the driving range with my son today. My drives went straight for the most part. My sons are a different story. He needs help. I played 3 holes of par 3 afterwards. I lost a ball. My short game is terrible. It is what it is and may improve if I keep playing.
It’s amazing what the mind will do. It is hard to block out those thoughts of doing something you have never done before.The day I shot my 79, somebody else was keeping score. I knew I was playing probably the best I'd ever played, but I was trying to keep a number out of my head as much as possible. I told him I didn't want to know anything about my score, don't even talk to me about it. I didn't know I'd broken 80 until he added it up after the end of the round, and if he had told me I was headed there, I probably would have put too much pressure on myself and fallen apart.
A few months ago, I was having another really good day and was keeping my own score. I knew exactly where I stood and when we walked to the 17th tee, I knew that all I had to do was par #17 (easy par 3) and #18 (easy par 5) and I'd break 80 again.
I took a 7 on #17.