I was lucky enough to play 9 holes this past Friday as a guest at a private club. It was my first round of the year and I was surprised to find that I made solid contact on every shot. It took about three holes to get the feel for my chipping and putting stroke; the only parts of my game I feel confident in.
I was not surprised to find my slice greeting me warmly like an old friend. It's a bloody thorn in my side. Well, it's not really a thorn ... it's more like the size of the CN Tower! I'm not sure how to rid myself of this affliction but I'll become the best friend to anyone who can rid me of my slice.
Once that's done, I'll be able to concentrate on eliminating the other golfing albatross that hovers over my head ... distance on my long irons.
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