(Photo by Robert Salas)From the moment you were old enough to be told what is right and wrong you were probably told not to steal. It's even one of the ten commandments. Today, on the links of Kingwood's Forest Course I found an instance where it's allowed, and actually a good thing.
Over the course of my two practice rounds I struggled to hit the ball properly and kept losing it to the right over and over again, to the point that I couldn't control it. I sat on the driving range and even tried to hit just hooks for thirty minutes, to no avail. The only thing I knew for sure was, it was going to go right and all I could manage to do was try to control how far right it went. I went to bed last night hoping that this apparent swing flaw would stay in bed as I snuck away for the first round of the PGA Tour Qualifying Tournament.
As a competitor this has happened before. I can recall numerous times where I hit the ball terribly leading up to a big event, or even on the driving range warming up before an important round. I always seemed to find a way to strike it purely and with control when the time came.
However, when the bell rang today I stood on the first tee with extremely uneasy feelings about my ability to control the golf ball. I even switched back to my old irons that were in the trunk during my warm up because I was hitting it so badly. To make matters worse it was quite windy today and that doesn't bode well for a guy who's not in control to start.
All day long I felt as though I was stealing shots from the golf course as I would narrowly avoid trouble, usually on the right. I managed to make six birdies despite my relative distrust in my swing. That's right, six! Unfortunately the birdies were met by four bogies, but all told a two under par 70 was far better than I could imagine standing on that first tee. I finished the day tied for 13th place, and inside the magic number by two shots. Hopefully tomorrow will be another good day on the links, and I'm hoping its a slightly more honest one...
Over the course of my two practice rounds I struggled to hit the ball properly and kept losing it to the right over and over again, to the point that I couldn't control it. I sat on the driving range and even tried to hit just hooks for thirty minutes, to no avail. The only thing I knew for sure was, it was going to go right and all I could manage to do was try to control how far right it went. I went to bed last night hoping that this apparent swing flaw would stay in bed as I snuck away for the first round of the PGA Tour Qualifying Tournament.
As a competitor this has happened before. I can recall numerous times where I hit the ball terribly leading up to a big event, or even on the driving range warming up before an important round. I always seemed to find a way to strike it purely and with control when the time came.
However, when the bell rang today I stood on the first tee with extremely uneasy feelings about my ability to control the golf ball. I even switched back to my old irons that were in the trunk during my warm up because I was hitting it so badly. To make matters worse it was quite windy today and that doesn't bode well for a guy who's not in control to start.
All day long I felt as though I was stealing shots from the golf course as I would narrowly avoid trouble, usually on the right. I managed to make six birdies despite my relative distrust in my swing. That's right, six! Unfortunately the birdies were met by four bogies, but all told a two under par 70 was far better than I could imagine standing on that first tee. I finished the day tied for 13th place, and inside the magic number by two shots. Hopefully tomorrow will be another good day on the links, and I'm hoping its a slightly more honest one...
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