Author: Sippin Criss  |  Category: Uncategorized  |  Comments (0)  |  Add Comment

Shot 79 and feeling pretty good.

Something felt a little bit off from the beginning while I was hitting balls but I didn’t really sweat it too much. Again I made some crappy mental mistakes early on. I started writing down on the card what the errors were, and each time it was the fact I didn’t decide what I was going to do before I pulled the trigger which is kind of ridiculous. For example I had a 9 iron into the 4th green, I lined it up, got over the ball and realized the ball was above my feet so it was probably going to move left. Instead of getting out of the shot and starting over, I just nudged my alignment a little right. Occasionally you can get away with crap like this and end up hitting a half decent shot but it’s still ridiculous. I was out of control for about the entire round, hit 1 or 2 shots I was happy with which is weird based on how I’ve been playing lately. I started getting really upset, didn’t care, and didn’t want to be out there anymore. This upset me even further since there’s nothing I’d rather do than play golf, it was a vicious cycle. After I blasted my tee shot 8 zillion miles right on 16, I realized my grip was coming off of the club at the top. Once I realized that I started hitting it much better, had a lot more confidence and felt like I was in control again. 79 is obviously terrible and my worst score of the year but I’m glad it happened, had I gone around shooting 70-72 every day I probably wouldn’t have noticed the grip issue. Bad things are good.

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Whewwwww. I grinded like a grindy grinder the first 2 days of this month. I was going for 400 games but only got in 375. By the end of it, I was mentally drained and actually physically tired I struggled to keep my eyes open even after I knew I was done. Mac and Jon left yesterday, and having things to myself is nice, but I was actually really lonely last night, it was weird. I can’t imagine just grinding grinding grinding and not doing anything else! I popped out 100 games today, and made $300 or so my last 14 games to get a profit on the day, ship. Here’s my garf:

So ran a little (hehe) above expectation which was nice after being far below. There seems to be a lot of debate about how valid it is, I think most players would be better off if it didn’t exist, because people have a bad habit of blaming luck a lot more than their poor play.

Besides my vacation days, which is going to be about the entire 2nd half of February, my days will go like this: 50 games, 18 holes, practice, 50 games, workout, sleep. That’s about how my days are going to go when March gets rolling too, so that’s cool I guess. Gotta love variety :).

I felt pretty good on the golf course today. I threw away a few shots from lack of playing, especially early on. I seem to do that often when I come back from a mini break which is why I like to play every single day. I ended up even on the day, and holed a bunch of putts, gosh dang I putt it ridiculously well. I get super excited every time I’m on the green cuz I feel like I’m going to make everything. It’s like when you’re running super hot and you don’t care what hand you have you know you’re going to suckout/hold, it just doesn’t matter. I’m going to be sure to get up early, since when I sleep in a little bit I don’t get enough hours in the day, and with that missed time I sacrifice my golf practice time which is kind of inexcusable and stupid.

There’s a report out that Tiger Woods is going to return at the Accenture World Match Play in Tucson in 2 weeks. That would be sooooo sick and I will definitely go and check it out whether or not he shows up, probably just watch one of the practice rounds, but it will be great to see the best players in the world up close and personal. I’m sure it will make me realize that sleeping in probably isn’t a productive way to improve my short game.

K gonna watch a bit of Lost and go to sleep, many happy returns chums.