On In 2, Three Putt for Par
This pretty much sums up my life. So I'm playing golf yesterday at the lovely Las Colinas resort, and enjoyed many free beers and got myself some sun. So I only get to play a few times a year, but I used to be good. Anyway, I'm the 2nd best of the foursome and I'm playing alright considering how seldom I get out there. So there's a long par five, with bunkers out in the landing zone for the tee shot. This means that if you have a good long game, you go for it and hope that you get a lot of mustard on it, or if you're unsure, you hike up the panties and lay up. So I crush the motherfucker. Blow a solid 45 yards beyond the bunkers. For my next shot, which is about 200 yards to the green, I once again decide to put my faith in my ballzack and pull out the 5 wood. It's 200 yards but it's an elevated green and there's a headwind, so it's playing around 225. I hit a 5 wood off the carpet which happens to be not only the perfect size, but has a lovely little draw and rolls to 15 feet of the pin. Seriously PGA-level shot. It made me feel really good. So I'm on the green in 2, which means my 15 foot put is for eagle, which I've never done before. I blow it past the hole due to a misread of the green and some nerves. I wuss out on the next putt and leave it 5 feet short. I hole out for 5.
This seems like a fitting example for how I follow through on things. I somehow make amazing shots to get there (wherever "there" is) and in great position. But then I screw it up at the last minute, and BLAMO, I'm walking away an average.
This isn't meant to be mysterious, so suck it lilyk
It doesn't refer to one thing in particular, just a pattern I've noticed recently. Hope everyone had a good weekend.
This pretty much sums up my life. So I'm playing golf yesterday at the lovely Las Colinas resort, and enjoyed many free beers and got myself some sun. So I only get to play a few times a year, but I used to be good. Anyway, I'm the 2nd best of the foursome and I'm playing alright considering how seldom I get out there. So there's a long par five, with bunkers out in the landing zone for the tee shot. This means that if you have a good long game, you go for it and hope that you get a lot of mustard on it, or if you're unsure, you hike up the panties and lay up. So I crush the motherfucker. Blow a solid 45 yards beyond the bunkers. For my next shot, which is about 200 yards to the green, I once again decide to put my faith in my ballzack and pull out the 5 wood. It's 200 yards but it's an elevated green and there's a headwind, so it's playing around 225. I hit a 5 wood off the carpet which happens to be not only the perfect size, but has a lovely little draw and rolls to 15 feet of the pin. Seriously PGA-level shot. It made me feel really good. So I'm on the green in 2, which means my 15 foot put is for eagle, which I've never done before. I blow it past the hole due to a misread of the green and some nerves. I wuss out on the next putt and leave it 5 feet short. I hole out for 5.
This seems like a fitting example for how I follow through on things. I somehow make amazing shots to get there (wherever "there" is) and in great position. But then I screw it up at the last minute, and BLAMO, I'm walking away an average.
This isn't meant to be mysterious, so suck it lilyk
It doesn't refer to one thing in particular, just a pattern I've noticed recently. Hope everyone had a good weekend.VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
hellonurse:
Hmm... Fighter jets vs. dinosaurs. I think the dinosaurs would have a leg up providing that they were quick enough to bite the fighter jets before the pilots got a lock on them.
hellonurse:
Ow Ow Ow!