Grizzly
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Some of you will have noticed that I had somewhat of a 'mare at Blackmoor last week (pity James and Mike who actually had to watch it unfold) where for the first time in my life I genuinely didn't have a clue where the ball was going.
I got back on the proverbial horse in a roll up this morning; for twelve holes, it was going okay, I was playing just over handicap and hitting the ball more or less ok, with my usual consistent enough miss left (I have a tendency to pull the ball). Then from nowhere it "went" again on 13 - a relatively innocuous par 3 - which led to a consecutive run of shots that went shank, slice (OB), Duck hook (would have been OB but for a very kindly tree), top, weird thin-hook than ran for miles - shank, pull, decent drive, very weak slice (and so on and so forth).
I assume I'm not the only one who has ever experienced this? Any tips to keep the wheels on when your brain and body seem to stop talking to one another?
I got back on the proverbial horse in a roll up this morning; for twelve holes, it was going okay, I was playing just over handicap and hitting the ball more or less ok, with my usual consistent enough miss left (I have a tendency to pull the ball). Then from nowhere it "went" again on 13 - a relatively innocuous par 3 - which led to a consecutive run of shots that went shank, slice (OB), Duck hook (would have been OB but for a very kindly tree), top, weird thin-hook than ran for miles - shank, pull, decent drive, very weak slice (and so on and so forth).
I assume I'm not the only one who has ever experienced this? Any tips to keep the wheels on when your brain and body seem to stop talking to one another?