First off, it's been a little while and have been steadily improving and playing. I developed a draw last week that has made a significant difference in my ironplay. I now comfortably hit my 9 iron 150 yards, even my pitching wedge is approaching that distance. In addition, I am beginning to get control shaping shots, the most dramatic is my driver, which I can now put various draws and fades as needed per hole (not always necessarily consistent but the control of it is coming along very well). Monday I had a round where I was on the green/fringe in 2 shots on all but 4 holes, however, my putting let me down that day making me realize I'd been neglecting it, so I've am now trying to hit putts everyday as well as all my other clubs, guess I should have been doing it all along. Still haven't hit the 80 mark, but it's very, very close and I'll post that score soon.
On to my favorite golf story ever, which actually has to do with yours truly. The best shot I've ever made in my life happened when I was a freshman in high school, playing with my friend, and I had about a 45'-50' putt, ridiculously long. He's standing there tending the flag and says with a chuckle, "If you make this putt I'll piss my pants." I took a quick glance, stepped up and let the ball roll. It was one of those shots that you just know is going in the entire way, and I started to smile bigger and bigger waiting for that lovely sound of the ball dropping. After it went in, he stood there with a confused look of disbelief and slowly shook his head as if maybe it didn't really happen and probably wondering why in the world he offered that as an option if I actually did make it. A second later he stared at me with a mixture of anger and determination while a long wet mark slowly soaked all the way down the front of his slacks. I couldn't stop laughing and we still had 9 more holes to play. This story still gives me a smile everytime I think of it.
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