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wait a minute, laddy.....you mean you're not one already??
(pulls back the secret handshake)
I am on the square.
wait a minute, laddy.....you mean you're not one already??
(pulls back the secret handshake)
my grandfather (mother's side, emigrated from glasgow in 1925) was a twenty something degree.I am on the square.
Next step: become a freemason!
Hit a bucket of balls today with my son. First time I've swung a club since April. I need to get out more!
and if you pick a station in the middle, there's almost no way to slice/hook "off the course"What I like most about the range is there's no trees to hit or rough to play off
and if you pick a station in the middle, there's almost no way to slice/hook "off the course"
yea, it's a tough game to play even poorly, or consistently.So I went to a golf shop to try out some clubs. I wanted to see how different clubs would help me hit the ball better, but in the end I realized I still have a lot of work to do on my technique before I invest in a serious set of golf clubs. I have been watching some very good videos that break down the swing from the setup, the back swing, ball strike, and follow through. I also found some videos that have some pretty good drill to do that will help with muscle memory on the various mechanics of a good swing.
Being a dad, working, and going to college full time left me with little time so at 28 I hung up the bag for good. I remember loving the game and got to play some really nice courses during my military time.
He's comparing my swing on the computer to Dustin Rhodes this morning. No idea who that is.
I use get up at crack to go play. Loved being on the course first thing. It was the best. I remember playing rounds and not seeing anyone on the course. Not even maintenance workers. My home course back then you just shoved your green fees in a locked box outside the pro-shop. I liked to play alone or with my brothers. Just having the peace and quiet. Hearing the ball hit the club. Hearing the ball hit the green. Hearing the ball hit that damn tree, dogleg right, on the second hole at Bushfield or the satisfaction of watching it hit the green on days I made it over. Hated playing on the weekends and after a couple tries never did it again. It’s no fun waiting or having someone riding up your ass. I always walked unless my late wife and I made an outing of it. She didn’t play but when she joined me we rented a cart, packed drinks, and snacks. Afterwards we’d have lunch at the restaurant on site or out somewhere.That's the 1 issue I have is that it's a massive time sink. Taking 2-4 hours out of my day is fine during the school holidays but when I'm back at work, not so much. Even weekends are a non starter. I'm not a early riser at the best of times, now that my gigs have started back up I'm certainly not falling over myself to get uo and play a round.
I use get up at crack to go play. Loved being on the course first thing. It was the best. I remember playing rounds and not seeing anyone on the course. Not even maintenance workers. My home course back then you just shoved your green fees in a locked box outside the pro-shop. I liked to play alone or with my brothers. Just having the peace and quiet. Hearing the ball hit the club. Hearing the ball hit the green. Hearing the ball hit that damn tree, dogleg right, on the second hole at Bushfield or the satisfaction of watching it hit the green on days I made it over. Hated playing on the weekends and after a couple tries never did it again. It’s no fun waiting or having someone riding up your ass. I always walked unless my late wife and I made an outing of it. She didn’t play but when she joined me we rented a cart, packed drinks, and snacks. Afterwards we’d have lunch at the restaurant on site or out somewhere.