millsan1
I've figured this game out! Oh wait, no I haven't
This weekend, we played Saturday and Sunday.
Saturday, we played a course I am familiar with and one that has generally kicked my butt. My previous best on this course was a 97 or so. On the back 9, my best had been a 50.
I put up a 47 on the front, and went into the back in the hopes of keeping it under 100. I shot a 43 with 4 pars (very good for me) to post a 90! I was thrilled.
Sunday, we were going out with another couple, who are very much recreational golfers. We decided to play another course that is much easier. Short, at 6200 or so, wide open and pretty forgiving. Last year I posted two 86s on this course and always in the low 90s. It's not a challenging course.
I was licking my chops. I was thinking low 80s, given how well I had played the day before. Conditions were perfect. I was confident. Course was in good shape. And I shot a 97.
Saturday I could not miss my shots. Right on line, right at the distance.
Sunday I was push-o-rama, except when I hooked.
I am convinced a golf gnome visited me Saturday night and took some of my ability away to humble me.
Saturday, we played a course I am familiar with and one that has generally kicked my butt. My previous best on this course was a 97 or so. On the back 9, my best had been a 50.
I put up a 47 on the front, and went into the back in the hopes of keeping it under 100. I shot a 43 with 4 pars (very good for me) to post a 90! I was thrilled.
Sunday, we were going out with another couple, who are very much recreational golfers. We decided to play another course that is much easier. Short, at 6200 or so, wide open and pretty forgiving. Last year I posted two 86s on this course and always in the low 90s. It's not a challenging course.
I was licking my chops. I was thinking low 80s, given how well I had played the day before. Conditions were perfect. I was confident. Course was in good shape. And I shot a 97.
Saturday I could not miss my shots. Right on line, right at the distance.
Sunday I was push-o-rama, except when I hooked.
I am convinced a golf gnome visited me Saturday night and took some of my ability away to humble me.