I squeezed in nine holes before work this morning and as I headed into the seventh hole(#1 handicap), I was even par and playing really well. I get up on the tee box and crush my drive right down the middle of the fairway with about a 5 yard draw and a great low spin penetrating flight. It was one of those drives that gives you a slight glimpse into the mind of a PGA tour player. It was the type of drive that makes you think you've finally figured this game out. It was a drive you write home to momma about. You get it.
So as i'm driving down the fairway to see just where my ball ended up I start to witness a nightmare scenario approaching fast. I get about 30 yards away and I can only see half of the ball. My heart sinks, my palms start to sweat, my blood pressure starts to rise and I get a little light headed. Yes my friends, my crushing 320 yard beauty of a drive that left me a mere PW into the number one hardest hole on the course found a ****ing divot!!! Did anyone bother to repair their divot? **** no. Was it a nice shallow, dollar bill size divot where I can at least get the back of the ball? **** no. It was a ****ing 35 handicap divot that looked like some ******* took the back of a hammer and tried to hack his pinnacle "soft and long" ball another 35 yards down the fairway which left me the ultimate dream crusher of a lie.
After cursing for a good three to five minutes and telling a 60 year old lady who was gardening her backyard flowers to go to hell, I had to make a choice. I could play it as it lies, top the **** out of it and try to get up and down for par, Orrrrrr I could simply pull it out of the god awful lie and shoot for a birdie. I chose to pull it out because i'm not playing in a tournament, it's a practice nine, no money is on the line etc. etc. Now that I have it up on the nice fluffy grass I decide to pull the ole PW and put this bad boy to 5 feet and make my birdie. HA!!! **** no! Golf Gods said "NO birdie for you!!" I blade the **** out of the ball, it goes about 30 yards over the green on a down hill lie and I have to hit down to a green running away from me and that's the size of a shoe box. So I flop the hell out of it but it doesn't matter. Phill Mickeltits couldn't get up and down from this **** hole the golf gods bestowed upon me. I then proceed to three putt and double bogey the hole and then bogey the last two for a bla bla 40!
Morale of the story, take your medicine and play it as it lies. That or don't be a ***** and blade it over the green.
So as i'm driving down the fairway to see just where my ball ended up I start to witness a nightmare scenario approaching fast. I get about 30 yards away and I can only see half of the ball. My heart sinks, my palms start to sweat, my blood pressure starts to rise and I get a little light headed. Yes my friends, my crushing 320 yard beauty of a drive that left me a mere PW into the number one hardest hole on the course found a ****ing divot!!! Did anyone bother to repair their divot? **** no. Was it a nice shallow, dollar bill size divot where I can at least get the back of the ball? **** no. It was a ****ing 35 handicap divot that looked like some ******* took the back of a hammer and tried to hack his pinnacle "soft and long" ball another 35 yards down the fairway which left me the ultimate dream crusher of a lie.
After cursing for a good three to five minutes and telling a 60 year old lady who was gardening her backyard flowers to go to hell, I had to make a choice. I could play it as it lies, top the **** out of it and try to get up and down for par, Orrrrrr I could simply pull it out of the god awful lie and shoot for a birdie. I chose to pull it out because i'm not playing in a tournament, it's a practice nine, no money is on the line etc. etc. Now that I have it up on the nice fluffy grass I decide to pull the ole PW and put this bad boy to 5 feet and make my birdie. HA!!! **** no! Golf Gods said "NO birdie for you!!" I blade the **** out of the ball, it goes about 30 yards over the green on a down hill lie and I have to hit down to a green running away from me and that's the size of a shoe box. So I flop the hell out of it but it doesn't matter. Phill Mickeltits couldn't get up and down from this **** hole the golf gods bestowed upon me. I then proceed to three putt and double bogey the hole and then bogey the last two for a bla bla 40!
Morale of the story, take your medicine and play it as it lies. That or don't be a ***** and blade it over the green.