gdunc79
Assistant Pro
At least once every two rounds. Still yet to learn.....
I will finish as often as possible. Speeds up play, but more importantly I don't want to spend time thinking of ways to miss the putt. Get the misery over as quickly as possible.:thup:
Wasn't that Hale Irwin in the Open ?Ask Tom Kite......air shot with a 4'' putt, probably cost him a Major.
Wasn't that Hale Irwin in the Open ?
Nice, you think of that?Didn't Hamlet have this problem?
To mark or not to mark that is the question
Whether tis nobler on the green to step up and hole the putt
Or to mark the ball and wait your turn,
And by waiting hole it? To wait, to miss
No more, and with that wait to hope we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That putting gives us. Tis a holing out
Devoutly to be wished. To mark, to wait,
To wait perchance to think, aye there’s the rub
For in that wait for thought what fears may come
When we have shuffled for our lucky coin
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so short putts.
For who would bear to contemplate the putt,
To read the break, and calculate the pace
When he might his easy par make with a quick tap in.
Who would these worries bear but that the dread of putting thrice,
That unforgiving country from whose bourn
No birdie may be made, puzzles the will
And makes us rather get it over with
Than judge the borrows that we know not of.
Thus holing out makes cowards of us all
And putts of little length and break
With this regard their rolling turns awry
And lose the chance to drop.
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Didn't Hamlet have this problem?
To mark or not to mark that is the question
Whether tis nobler on the green to step up and hole the putt
Or to mark the ball and wait your turn,
And by waiting hole it? To wait, to miss
No more, and with that wait to hope we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That putting gives us. Tis a holing out
Devoutly to be wished. To mark, to wait,
To wait perchance to think, aye there’s the rub
For in that wait for thought what fears may come
When we have shuffled for our lucky coin
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so short putts.
For who would bear to contemplate the putt,
To read the break, and calculate the pace
When he might his easy par make with a quick tap in.
Who would these worries bear but that the dread of putting thrice,
That unforgiving country from whose bourn
No birdie may be made, puzzles the will
And makes us rather get it over with
Than judge the borrows that we know not of.
Thus holing out makes cowards of us all
And putts of little length and break
With this regard their rolling turns awry
And lose the chance to drop.
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What's wrong with plumb bobbing???
Nice, you think of that?
Wish I had such a beautiful mind!The opening line just popped into my head as I was reading the OP and I think we've all experienced that feeling after we've marked a shortish one, that the more we look at what's left the harder it looks, so it just flowed from that.
Glad people liked it, thank you all for all the kind comments.![]()
Wish I had such a beautiful mind!
Credit goes to the Bard. Maybe with Wednesday being his birthday he was subliminally on my mind. The only real golf tip I can think of that he gave was to "Imitate the action of the Tiger", but that was before the latest swing changes.![]()