Kind of a tough day today. I was glad to be back out there, but it was a little cold and windy. The turf was wet and the course played really long. Also, I've run out of ProV1's which is why I've gone with this yellow mid-priced model. I don't know the numbers on these things but I'm pretty sure this ball is costing me some distance off the tee. Talk about first world problem.
There are a lot of things that will keep me off the course but mere low temperature alone is not one of them evidently. I felt pretty good about the way I swung it the day before, as well as pretty awful about the way I putted it, so naturally the urge to get back out there was strong.
Ho, what is this? Really odd to see what looks like a major green reconstruction project in the middle of winter.
Again with the putting problems. Lengths like this are freaking me out lately. I'm simply not understanding how one gets a putt of this length to settle near the hole. It's appalling really. But again, perspectives.
A rare birdie opportunity in these hard times.
Again I hit it pretty nice, and putted like someone who has never heard of golf. So while I feel like I am swinging it better than I ever have in life, my scores remain in the sucks-to-middling range. Very frustrating but again, perspectives.
Another wincingly cold one. But not for me. I'm more animal than human at this point, in many ways. Blithe indifference to cold air is one of them.
I have grown to appreciate the optic yellow of this ball. And while it seems to lack the desired "pop" off the clubface, and appropriate feel on the short shots, its familiar script logo is strangely reassuring.
Staten Island has become, in a sense, my spiritual golf home. Good god--what the hell has happened to my life?