Just finished licking my wounds from the Club Championship Tourney this last weekend. Now that I'm past the "re-living each poor shot" phase, I'm into the "embracing the well executed shots" phase of the post mortem. Probably lucky for me that my club is closed on Mondays, and then the Tropical Storm that rolled through SE Texas closed the club yesterday as well. Which gave me two full days to re-group, and analyze the scores from the tourney as I start planning for my '22 Season. My Club uses Golf Genius for all its events, so I have shot by shot, hole by hole data for all the players in all the flights... It's great for someone geeky into stats like I am.
My personal play was the tale of band-aids and bubble gum. I started the first day of the tourney on a par 3 (shotgun start), and I knew from the first swing that I would be trying to piece together a full 18 holes. My first 4 holes, I thinned every one of my iron shots... thin to the point that if I was still playing balatas... I would have had to replace 4 balls due to nifty smiles cut into them. I worked hard to just "play the next shot" opposed to thinking about the poor shot I just hit, and it helped me keep my sanity for the round. Scrambling was the name of the game that day. Day 2 was much better from an approach standpoint and came out of the gate with reasonable birdie putts on my first three holes (par, par, par) then a collapse on #4 - finding the water twice on my way to a triple bogey - effectively negating any roll I was on. Overall, my ball striking was much better on day 2 than day 1, but my score was better on day 1... go figure.
As usual, after validating my card... I took my frustrated game to the range on the way to the car... and proceeded to hit 2 poor shots, then striped about 10 straight... so I went home with the feel of solid shots in my hands and in my brain.
The joy of golf.