I have been CUT!

I have been looking forward to this member/member two three months, and now... 18 hours before tee off, I get the bad news. My handicap will be cut by two strokes because I won the member/member last fall.   Further, it will be cut from 18, where my handicap was last year, instead of 21, where it is today. So, this 21 will be playing at a 16. URGH! 

Now, if I can man up it hit a couple of 9 hole rounds under 45, perhaps I can have the privilege of getting cut to at 14 for the fall member/member.  I always wanted to reduce my handicap, I never thought that this is how it would happen. SLICE!

Member Member starts tomorrow... head is spinning, cant keep food down, and I am shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis.

It will be Bill Piccerelli and me!  Or, it might be Bill Piccerelli with me on his back!  One or the other!  He better kick ass, because I want to win whether I play well or not! ;^)

Weekend Update 99,101, 86! David you ignorant Slut!!

Proof that you can't figure this game out....

I am trying so hard to take my recent lesson with Andy Plummer and execute his tips.  There is just soooo much to remember on each and every swing. When I feel like of have all my basics down and forget to aim, forget to turn my upper body, or forget to store my purse on the cart... and that usually doesn't end well.  After fighting through two days of hell, I relaxed on Sunday and threw up an 86.... the second best score at Rhode Island Country Club and the 3rd best score of my life.  So, I am off to range today to practice for the Spring member member...

Dave

Golf is the only sport where the most feared opponent is you.

New tips on RICC par 5 eighteenth!

Sweet!

Everyone seems to love our million dollar bunker reconstruction project at RICC!

This, taken by my son Rob on the eight hole at Rhode Island Country Club. A tough critic chimes in with two thumbs up...

Really, today I tried to think about everything Andy taught me...

I went to a golf outing at Ocean Edge Resort in Brewster, MA... thanks to my good friends at Pella Windows for the invite.

Problem one, we ran a bit tight on time so I never went down to the driving range to review the 5586 things I was supposed to remember when I strike the ball.  A great way to ensure success... smart move ass wipe! So, I get up to the first tee, a 135 yard par three. Clean undies, Big dreams. What a great name for a Rotella book!!!  

Andy said to only think about 5 things, but I am thinking to myself, what about the other 5581 things I always think about, who is going to worry about all of  those! And frankly, sex isn't even in Andy's top five swing thoughts, REALLY? One has to wonder...just saying.

So, I set up, practice all five concepts three times while my new Pella friends in my foursome look at me thinking, lets go Ben Crane! URGH!  I take a deep breath, relax, think about those five fundamentals one more time, lift my arms into a back-swing without rotating my upper-torso (because that wasn't one of fucking things I was supposed to be thinking about) and I proceed to shank a ball directly right into the woods, deep right. Camelia, Bubba Watson, Andreozzi? WTF! I felt like a Volkswagen Van filled clowns dressed in Rory Sabbatini suits stopped behind the tee box and started laughing at me.

Well that's how my round started.  

Let me share my latest golf advice.

Pussy's hit the ball, men strike the ball. So this is the BIG swing change I am working on.

I just got a chance to try some of Andy Plummer's advice...

...so, I tried to drop off my clubs at the Salvation Army but they wouldn't take them.

Before I cry like a baby again I want to share a dream with you.

That am about to not suck quite as badly. I am currently sitting at an 18 index, which is about a 20-21 handicap depending on the course I am playing. Progress has been stagnant for over a year leading to increased drinking, minor self inflicted wounds, and an usual increase in broken equipment. Go Figure!

Last Monday night, no lie, I sat in bed and thinking that I might have put some things together with my swing. I went out before work on Tuesday to the range, and again on Thursday, and actually started to strike the ball much better. Much better!

Add to this a last second opportunity of a lifetime.  I had the chance to run down as Fax's guest to get a mini lesson from the  renowned Andy Plummer of Stack & Tilt .

It always fun to have two Pro's watch your horrific swing on the driving range in front of onlookers while you try and swing, listen to directions, and not trail your tighty-whities. The result, I think, is that I started to figure out (with Andy's help) serious flaws in my eleven year young swing that have prevented me from progressing below the 20 handicap range.  Mostly obvious things, and easy to work on.  The result after 40 minutes or so was that I started to hit the ball a bit more like a man, a truly unfamiliar feeling to me.

The problem is the reality that I have about five more swing thoughts to added to the absolute mess of garbage that rattles around my brain on every address of the ball. I will describe in coming posts the myriad of garbage that I need to translate into my swing and more about my experience at the range trying not to throw up on my shoes in front of Andy & Fax.  I am convinced that I now have the fundamentals in place to progress a bit in my game. I am so excited, I suppose until reality punches me in the nose again!

Peace!

Nike announces new Tiger line "Caboose"

...because he is starting to get really comfortable moving to the back of the line.  Me for one, enjoys this immensely.

Just Saying