Ever have one of those rounds where just moving the ball in the general direction of the hole becomes an almost impossible ask?
Over the weekend, I joined a great group of TST members and staff for a little golf in Erie, PA. I've been playing pretty well of late and even dropped a couple strokes off my handicap in the last six weeks. So there I was warming up and hitting the ball solidly. All seemed right in the world. Then it happened... "El hoselo. The laterals. You know, the S-word."
To make a long painful story short, it got ugly. I shot one of my worst rounds in years and only hit one solid iron all day. Most shots were fat, badly pulled, or both. On the bright side, I only shanked two or three. Why do I share this disturbing story? Because the overall theme of HTL #400 is redemption.
In golf, there’s always some hope for the next time you tee it up. You could find that one little swing key that straightens things out, you could make a hole in one or even an albatross, you might birdie or par your nemesis hole, or you could win that $2 Nassau with your buddies. That's why we keep coming back. Let’s hit the links.