My golfing soul is at peace. It's been a long summer and lots of effort to see some progress. And today it showed up. Ah, I didn't shoot 68, it was actually a difficult day to score. Lots of good stuff didn't hole out. But my long game finally matched my short game. I was healthy off of the tees and long shots from the fairways were object of extreme confidence. My new 3 woods held its own and twas a grand day all around.
For example on 12 which is a short par 4 up the hill, a nice drive and a pitching wedge was enough to get pin high, but I pushed it and was on top of a mound close to the green. A delicate flop shot hits nicely and rolls slowly to the hole, hits the pin dead square and pops out to 4 inches. It was a thing of beauty, but no more than a couple of putts if I hadn't pushed the approach shot.
I hit a lot of putts that I really liked, but other than a long birdie at the seventh, a lot of them didn't drop. The greens were running pretty quickly, which is nice and I think I only 3 putted once, but the holes were being elusive.
Then last night a couple of golf dreams -- or were they nightmares?
In one I open my car trunk and the clubs are gone!
In the other, I'm at a driving range and I pet a puma, which promptly bites my hand. It gets worse! At this range you put in your money and get a receipt that has a number to enter into another machine to get the balls. Another episode with the dumb puma, and now I can't find the receipt. The guy running the range gives me some sort of dongle to get balls and I don't think I ended up with the number I paid for. What a sad dream life last night was.
I hope it has no more meaning than the fact that golf skills show up and are gone like the will-o-wisp.
I've got a tee time tomorrow and will probably play today a bit later. The weather is fine now and with the holidays coming up, I'll have a number of days off.
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