I'm in mourning as it appears my golf swing is dead- at least for now. Saturday I shot 103- yes that reads one hundred and three- on a course where I regularly shoot mid-80's. Absolutely nothing was working. It was truly a, "What is this game and what are these crooked sticks doing in my hands?" kind of experience. I did not walk off the course after the fifth hole (took a 9 on the par 5, thank you), even though I would REALLY rather have been drinking at the 19th hole at that point. Oh, and did I mention that this was a TOURNAMENT?! You see, it's taken me four days just to put the experience into words. Well...that and I had to wait for a few people to post and put some distance between my whining and Foz's great benefit post above. Ah, perspective. Anyway, I'm in mourning nonetheless. Recovery starts this weekend, of course.