
Just about all of us have golf goals to achieve. Break 90; break 80; single digit handicap; no double bogeys for the round. Hit ten fairways; hit nine greens. The list is long.
My longtime goal has been to shoot under par for 18 holes. I've been able to shoot under par for nine holes many times. But I could never put two nines together. And when I was in the process of a career round, my brain went into overdrive. I couldn't play shot to shot. That two under through 14 became a three over for the round. It was frustrating.
Yesterday, I fought off the demons.
I was paired at my home course, Coyote Creek Golf Club in Fort Wayne, IN with three excellent golfers and good friends, Mark Bickel, Jeff Miller, and Tom Putman. We were playing our normal Nassau. Three of us were walking, and I had my bag on my back as usual. We were playing from our White Tees at 6209 yards.
On the driving range before the round, I was fighting a hook, even a snap hook. I teed off second on number one and what did I hit? A snap. Fortunately, the first hole is a par five and I was able to get the next shot through some trees (luckily) back into the fairway. I was able to make a par and as I walked to the second tee, I had my normal thoughts for fighting the snaps: weaker grip, quiet lower body and take it back low and slow. It worked for several holes but I was still uncomfortable with every tee shot, even on the par threes. My only decent drives were on six and nine.
By the time the front nine was complete, I had made nine straight pars but only hit two fairways and three greens. I was chipping sufficiently and making every putt. A 20 footer on three, a twelve footer on five, a curling downhiller on seven. Even a sand save on eight. So that was a good nine for somebody who is unsure what kind of shot is going to come off the driver.
The tenth hole is a par four and I rushed my drive, hitting another snap and was blocked from the green. I didn't try to hit a "one in twenty" shot, took my medicine and hit a wedge over a pine tree (below) to about 45 yards short of the hole.