Continuing my discussion on the fickleness of golf, I am pleased to announce that my "key" to ball striking survived its second day. I managed two additional holes, both GIRs and reasonable birdie putts. Shots straight and high and full yardage.
This is quite rare in my experience for a solution to work for two days.
I played a hole and a half with one of the young pros from the staff. He was playing from the tips, I from the lowly white tees. I hit an 8 iron to about 12 feet from 150 yards or so, he hits a 9 iron to about 15 feet from 165 yards.
When he hit the ball, it sounded differently. A meaty smack and off it went. He and I both left the course as the pace was a killer. He went to the range and I watched him hit balls for while. Even with range balls, there was that "unmistakable click of a ball well hit," as Ben Hogan has been quoted. It was effortless. He was using a wedge of some kind and hitting them to various pins around the range. Some were close, others out to about 100 years. Smack, smack, smack. Long or short or a full swing, it all didn't matter.
Envy was there for me.
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