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I figured out golf.
I’m a terrible golfer. About a 16, but more then half of my good rounds are from like 9-12 months ago at this point. Have two young children, so haven’t been playing much and the game’s been slipping accordingly. Playing like more of a 20-25–most recent rounds are a 99 and a 95.
Anyway, yesterday my 2.5 yo daughter wanted to mess around with golf clubs so we went out in the yard and she (I swear to god) decided she wanted to set balls down for me to hit. She’d place it on the mat and run away, and I would playfully take half swings with my wife’s shitty old 8 iron. Well guess what? I was just nutting everything into the net. You would’ve thought I was Lee Trevino himself out there.
Today my wife encouraged me to knock off work early and play a solo round. I obviously jumped in the car like the house was on fire and went out to the course. Decided to try and do one thing and one thing only: 80% back swing. every time. That was my only swing thought.
Well folks it was a Bona fide laser show. I was unstoppable. Every time the ball came off my club I felt as though I’d just mainlined cocaine. The window it was coming out of, the trajectory it was taking, the ball flight was all orgasmic. I literally had to make mid-round adjustments because I was hitting my irons *too* pure. Stock 8 iron is usually 135 (I told you, I suck) but today I was hitting it 150, easy, with a little buttery draw.
Okay fine, I shot an 83 and “only” hit nine greens, but it was the best I’ve felt in so, so long. Still buzzing about it.
Cannot wait to forget all this and shoot a 120 next time out.
See you next week.
#sport
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I’m a terrible golfer. About a 16, but more then half of my good rounds are from like 9-12 months ago at this point. Have two young children, so haven’t been playing much and the game’s been slipping accordingly. Playing like more of a 20-25–most recent rounds are a 99 and a 95.
Anyway, yesterday my 2.5 yo daughter wanted to mess around with golf clubs so we went out in the yard and she (I swear to god) decided she wanted to set balls down for me to hit. She’d place it on the mat and run away, and I would playfully take half swings with my wife’s shitty old 8 iron. Well guess what? I was just nutting everything into the net. You would’ve thought I was Lee Trevino himself out there.
Today my wife encouraged me to knock off work early and play a solo round. I obviously jumped in the car like the house was on fire and went out to the course. Decided to try and do one thing and one thing only: 80% back swing. every time. That was my only swing thought.
Well folks it was a Bona fide laser show. I was unstoppable. Every time the ball came off my club I felt as though I’d just mainlined cocaine. The window it was coming out of, the trajectory it was taking, the ball flight was all orgasmic. I literally had to make mid-round adjustments because I was hitting my irons *too* pure. Stock 8 iron is usually 135 (I told you, I suck) but today I was hitting it 150, easy, with a little buttery draw.
Okay fine, I shot an 83 and “only” hit nine greens, but it was the best I’ve felt in so, so long. Still buzzing about it.
Cannot wait to forget all this and shoot a 120 next time out.
See you next week.
#sport
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