Can anyone tell me why it is that the better I hit the ball in practice, the more I’ll stink it up on the course? Is this a simple extension of Murphy’s Law?
A few weeks ago, I bought a shag bag and went out to the practice green at Jimmy Clay a few times. Pretty soon I felt I had made amazing improvements to my short game. I was hitting my short irons consistently and accurately onto or just near the green, and suffering very few mis-hits.
Inspired by my progress, I headed over to Bergstrom municipal course last weekend and went out for a round. Wouldn’t you know it: I couldn’t hit a green to save my life. I hit the ball pretty darn well off the tee, usually the weakest part of my game, but I was reminded very quickly of the old adage that you drive for show, putt for dough. But I can’t putt for dough, or glory, or anything else if I can’t put the damn ball on the damn green, now can I?
To sum up: grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Golf make Hulk angry.
In other news, I got to do something really fun last night: play bluegrass as backup for a choir. The Hays County High School Choir enlisted my buddy Jamie to put together a little group to back up the choir at their recital, since they’d be performing two songs from the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. The choir was split up into several little sub-groups, so we also got to play fiddle tunes out in front of the curtain during the stage changes. The school district’s performing arts center is a brand new, gorgeous facility… after all my gigs in dank, sweaty bars and nightclubs, it was nice to experience that touch of class for a change.