At some local course, I started off pretty hot by my standards, and this carried through the front 9. Starting on 10, I can't explain what changed, but it's like I've never swung a club before.
I posted my two worst holes of the round on 10 and 11. Got to 12, hit a decent drive, then I just couldn't move the ball more than 20 yards. Frustrated, I kept whacking it, walking up to it, whacking it again, swinging harder each successive time.
By this point, I'm angrier than I can remember being in recent memory at anything. I'm typically very mild tempered by nature, so this came out of nowhere. I'm gripping my club with both hands hard as ever, ready to make it pay.
I couldn't do that to something I paid for, so I loudly exclaim my displeasure with some language and helicopter my club with everything I have. I walked to get it and bring it back to the cart to help cool down and go home.
Good thing I wasn't with friends. No one wants to put up with that shit