Imurg
The Grinder Of Pars (Semi Crocked)
I have to feel sorry for the guy next to me at the range today. As I was setting up and doing a few stretches and half swings to loosen up, it was obvious that he was hitting the ball well. Not overly far but cleanly.
Anyway, I got going with the wedges and soon worked up to the driver - the main reason I was there. For some reason it was working like a dream. Long, straight, and clearing or pitching into the fence at the back.
All of a sudden the guy in the next bay started chunking, topping, slicing, sh**king and all the rest.
Maybe he saw how well and far I was hitting it and tried to beat me - maybe not but his game fell apart and he left after about 20 minutes, slamming his empty bucket into the pile by the dispenser.
Had to smile but it got me wondering. Do you get intimidated seeing someone else playing well? Can't say that it's ever affected me particularly and I'm always up for a driving war on the range!
Anyway, I got going with the wedges and soon worked up to the driver - the main reason I was there. For some reason it was working like a dream. Long, straight, and clearing or pitching into the fence at the back.
All of a sudden the guy in the next bay started chunking, topping, slicing, sh**king and all the rest.
Maybe he saw how well and far I was hitting it and tried to beat me - maybe not but his game fell apart and he left after about 20 minutes, slamming his empty bucket into the pile by the dispenser.
Had to smile but it got me wondering. Do you get intimidated seeing someone else playing well? Can't say that it's ever affected me particularly and I'm always up for a driving war on the range!