Flipper554

Good stats, fairways and greens, like you say just the bookend doubles. Keep up the good play.

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There's a moon? Can barely make out sun through the smoke. I think half of west coast is on fire. Go out in the morning and the windshield is gray with ash. Leaving the golf course this afternoon it looked like it was snowing. Been like this for weeks with the odd clearish day. Supposed to rain tomorrow we could sure use it.

During the winter months I do some oil painting. Basement walls are full, working on the upstairs.

I don't like this.

Hope you carry that over. Could get interesting in a week or two.

Got that right. Could probably do a topic on the messed up world of breaking 70. It messed me up for couple of weeks.

Just like me. My wife says, I have the right to remain silent, I just don't have the ability.

Same here, sun is just an orange dot in the sky. Was supposed to be 90* just got to 75* at 1:40 pm. Played anyway this morning course was pretty quiet.

Played well this morning 37/38 goofed up on two long par threes other than that everything was working. Been playing very solid last three weeks or so, should end Thursday in the club championship lol.

#30 Every shot was into the wind.

Great driving and putting will get it done every time. Nice nine!

Old Doc plays nine holes every day and when he finishes he goes to the clubhouse and has an almond daiquiri. This has been going on for years and the bartender, Dick always has th drink ready for him. One day Dick sees the old Doc coming down the ninth hole and starts to prepare the drink. However he is out of almond and substitutes with hickory. The Doc comes in and takes a sip, looks at Dick and says, is that an almond daiquiri Dick? No, that's a hickory daiquiri Doc. Feel free to groan...

So... What are the front runners?

That looks good. Like the alignment marking.

That's why we all play. Just waiting for that one magical day when everything comes together at the same time.

Can't remember where I read it, probably one of the mental game books, but it was saying that scoring like that has to do with comfort zone. We know what we normally shoot subconsciously, so bad front then good back or vice versa. Get out of your comfort zone one way or the other and the universe corrects it self. Stupid game...

Torn my rotator cuff a bunch of years back. Not fun, but do the physio and get that sucker into shape. I still do the stretches all these years later. Take care of yourself.

Score is just something to stroke the ego. Enjoying the company and the journey is what I try to get out of any round of golf. No matter how much we suck on any given day there is always that one shot that brings us back. I think at times we have a love hate relationship with this game and I believe that's why we continue to play.

Just picked up a Ping G hybrid 22*. Great club, flights the ball with a nice piercing trajectory.

Don't play the group. Play the course.

Courvoisier VSOP. Always take a flask on Thursday seniors for birdie juice. Only two birdies in the group today so better drink it up before it goes bad...

I've been thinking about it all afternoon, was it gamesmanship, ignorance, or did my buddies set me up as a joke. Either way I guess I learned to play through some pretty weird stuff.

I love to play golf. I play five times a week with anybody and everybody. I've always had fun or at least learned something from it. Then today happened. Thursday is our Seniors day. Play some golf maybe win a few bucks and have a few laughs. I walk almost all the time but today was kind of smokey and hot so I though I'll take a cart today. Show up get a cart, do my normal routine and get to the tee. My buddies are there, razz me about the cart (they are in their cart) I point this out we all laugh. Then the starter informs me another guy will be joining us, the more the merrier. This guy wants to drive so I transfer my stuff to his cart and off we go. First hole he pulls one left, asks me where it went. So I point and we go to the ball. He hits one about 20 yards past mine. Drive up to my ball, I get out he drives to his ball before I can grab a club. This happened about 5 times during the round. Second hole, get to my tee shot, waits this time and is parked behind me. As I take the club back he roars off to his ball I flinch, end result double. Two holes in and I ready to choke this dude out. The rest of the round was more of the same with some extra bizarre behavior in between. Dude rarely talked, except to ask where his ball was. I went to the washroom after nine, came back to the cart he was smoking my cigarettes, ask and get, take and your pushing my buttons. Strangest dude I have ever met. Anyhow I somehow managed a 76, and that's how I played today.

Spent about twenty minutes in the practice bunker from all types of lies. Went to the practice green picked a flag about 60 feet away and hit shots with everything from lob wedge to 7 iron. About 15 shots with each club switching clubs between shots. Then putted until my back told me to quit. I do this routine ever Wednesday, keeps short game sharp.