HomerJSimpson
Hall of Famer
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts. One more experience, one more entry in a diary self penned
Thanks to Derek Dick (aka Fish from his Marillion days) for the words that sum up another shoddy performance. You will recall how several weeks ago I regaled you with news of a return to form. Sadly those shoots of recovery have withered and died amidst the May sunlight.
Played yesterday and amassed a princely 26 points. No confidence over the ball with everything going right in a power cut with no power behind any of my shots. Given how well I was playing until last weekend I am not a happy bunny.
Fortunately when all around me seemed like a fog of mediocrity and instead of soaring with eagles I was floundering with turkeys my pro has given me a chink of light at the end of my tunnel.
I am now working on a new takeway (width and better weight transfer/coil) as opposed to inside and sliding my hips instead of turning. Better in patches today and with a lesson to put the changes into place on Wednesday things might improve.
"In the end I found beginnings, not a vision, a wake up call, raised from the dead by a beating heart and at last I can see it all and my eyes were opened to the darkness, in my hand a burning flame, a spark of life to touch the fuse and blow these clouds away, I can make it happen, if I want to, Make it happen, if I try"
Thanks to Derek Dick (aka Fish from his Marillion days) for the words that sum up another shoddy performance. You will recall how several weeks ago I regaled you with news of a return to form. Sadly those shoots of recovery have withered and died amidst the May sunlight.
Played yesterday and amassed a princely 26 points. No confidence over the ball with everything going right in a power cut with no power behind any of my shots. Given how well I was playing until last weekend I am not a happy bunny.
Fortunately when all around me seemed like a fog of mediocrity and instead of soaring with eagles I was floundering with turkeys my pro has given me a chink of light at the end of my tunnel.
I am now working on a new takeway (width and better weight transfer/coil) as opposed to inside and sliding my hips instead of turning. Better in patches today and with a lesson to put the changes into place on Wednesday things might improve.
"In the end I found beginnings, not a vision, a wake up call, raised from the dead by a beating heart and at last I can see it all and my eyes were opened to the darkness, in my hand a burning flame, a spark of life to touch the fuse and blow these clouds away, I can make it happen, if I want to, Make it happen, if I try"