I shot 97, 97 this weekend.... but this tells you nothing. My Saturday 97 was the worst golf experience in a long while, and felt much worse (believe it or not) than the 107 I carded last week, and that was only time I shot over 100 in the last year. That is just how badly it felt. I lost my composure... a total meltdown. Thank god there are no pictures. I actually considered walking off the course on multiple occasions crying in my car, digging my sailing equipment out of the closet, and donating my clubs to a local charity.
My Sunday 97 (same fucking score) felt fantastic. I struck the ball well all day. A couple of bad shots, a couple of poor course management decisions, and got a couple a very bad breaks. Here is the funny part, and here is the true beauty of golf. Both rounds with friends were enjoyable, and both days, somehow, I contributed to team winning scores. I just doesn't make sense.
Golf, dont look for an explanation... there is none. Just enjoy it.
Saturday
Sunday
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