The trials & tribulations of the worlds most frustated golfer.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

At last! I broke 100!

This week for the first time ever, my father and I both broke the magical 100 barrier. I have always seen 100 as something of a watershed score. I, and i'm sure many others too would not even consider anyone who cant score under 100 a proper golfer. So even though i have been playing for 3 years,, I only really became a 'proper'golofer this week, when I hit the marvelous score of 91. Hell I nearly broke 90 never mind under the ton. Pater scored a slightly less spectacular 97. But that too was a personal best for him, so we drove home happy, after a great 3 hours twenty minutes of golf. During which time nobody behind us was bugging us to hurry up (we let a lone golfer through) and the sun shone benevelently all afternoon.

The last few days i have been pondering what if anything was the one thing that helped my score the most. It must definately have been my new found ability to actually hit the ball a fair distance with the long 3 and 4 irons. Before the last month I hardly ever tried as i just chunked or topped them. It really is a good feeling to have a reasonable confidence of thwacking the ball a good distance, when one has a 3 iron in ones hand. :)


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thus I once dreamt that I was sitting with one of my former university tutors on a bench, which was undergoing a rapid continuous movement amidst other benches.. Physicians dealing with purely physical cases have begun to take into serious consideration the mental factors which have predisposed a patient to certain ailments.. One of the four Jerries , he added, was of gigantic magnitude.. I'll give you thirty for them.. But when, one day, I did raise my glasses and glanced at her, I did not see the old maid whom we all pitied for a secret sorrow, but a woman whose nature was a tropic, in which the sun shone, and birds sang, and flowers bloomed forever.. And odd enough, too, I ventured to reply; but I was always under the impression that an angel had wings.. An' as for my bed, said Mr. They crouched guiltily and looked into each other's eyes.. The ego is, however, represented as a general paralytic ( I am not certain what year we are actually in ).. In the forefront of the dream content the main scene appears as if a woman wished to make advances to me; in the dream idea the chief interest rests on the desire to enjoy disinterested love which shall cost nothing; this idea lies at the back of the talk about the beautiful eyes and the far-fetched allusion to spinach.. Podington stumbled to the bow of the boat, his efforts greatly impeded by the big cork life-preserver tied under his arms, and the motion of the boat was so violent and erratic that he was obliged to hold on to the mast with one arm and to try to loosen the knot with the other; but there was a great strain on the rope, and he could do nothing with one hand.. Still sniffing, he climbed down to the dusty road-bed.. His lawyers assumed a careless smile.. [1] To sit for the painter.. Steady yourself, old boy, or you'll go overboard! And the next moment the wagon body sunk out of sight.. For these comparisons we substitute what would seem to correspond better with the real state of affairs by saying that an energy occupation is displaced to or withdrawn from a certain arrangement so that the psychic formation falls under the domination of a system or is withdrawn from the same.. In the laugh and talk which followed (for with the conclusion of the spelling, all form of a public assembly vanishes), our schoolmaster said so many gallant things to his fair enemy, and appeared so much animated by the excitement of the contest, that Miss Bangle began to look upon him with rather more respect, and to feel somewhat indignant that a little rustic like Ellen should absorb the entire attention of the only beau.. For the following dream, which again was told me in order to deter me from a hasty generalization of the theory of wishing in dreams, I am indebted, not to a patient, but to an intelligent jurist of my acquaintance.. Pike with ever-increasing weight.. She followed them into the dining-room to kiss and feed him, with an absent Howdy, Abner; how's your mother? Abner, big with the importance of their mutual intention, inclined his head stiffly and looked toward Ross for explanation...

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