I played 9 today for the first time in 3.5 weeks. My previous two rounds were the worst of the entire year. Between that and the kids and work and house and yard projects etc I just haven't had the time or motivation to even get out and play. Despite the incredibly pleasant fall we've had. My garden just finally was frost killed over the weekend, crazy getting habanero and jalapeņo peppers out of the garden well into November!
Today it 65 and sunny with no wind, kids at the sitters. Weather is nosediving to a high of 40 both days this weekend. So I took a self indulgent couple hours to myself on wednesday afternoon and played at a track about 15 mins from home that wraps around a lake, haven't played it since a drunken company scramble circa 2003. It's private, but this year they've started letting non members on after the leagues finished.
My time off healed some bad habits that had crept in and I hit the ball very well. Shot a 38, had birdie putts lip out on 2 of the last three holes.
I had some great drives, was hitting greens, and hit one of my all time favorite 3 wood shots. I was 225 out on a short but uphill dogleg par 5. My drive rolled out the end of the fairway at the dogleg and there was a big tree directly between me and the the green. I lined up up at a point ~40-50 yards left of the green, and hit a giant slice that bounced ~15 yards short of the green and trickled up onto the front edge of the green, made birdie.
This sounds insane and I can't even believe I'm saying it. But I have had the same bag since May and I currently don't have any burning desire to change anything other than tinker with some new driver releases maybe this spring. And even crazier, after playing well today I'm half tempted to put the sticks in the basement til spring too.
