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As the topic suggests. What is the worst meltdown/low point of your golfing life?
I'll kick it off with my personal experience.
6 years ago I went on a 5 day golf holiday in the southern parts of Sweden (yes, I'm Swedish) together with a few mate's of mine. It was planned accordingly, with the following components:
Morning: Golf
Afternoon/night: Drink
I am a very competitive person. Always have been, always will be. So even though the golf break was a getaway just for fun, there's always the competitive devil in the back of my head. I had been on a pretty ugly downwards spiral in terms of my golf before the trip, so I hoped the trip could help me find the joy with the game again.
First round: I cannot remember the actual score, but what I do remember was that I was furious walking off the course after the 18th.
Oh well, a few drinks and a bbq in the sun should sort things out and get the mood back on track.
Next morning. A summary of my shots would've looked something like this: Shank, shank, shank, thin, fat, shank, thin, fat.
After shanking 2 balls out of bounds on the 6th, elevated par 3 hole - I packed my bags, got in the car and drove back home. A neat little journey of about 5 hours.
I didn't touch a golf club until I got back into the game again last May. Now I'm obsessed, but in a good way. I still get the occasional twitch in my eye as it turns black and smoke is coming out my ears when I see the ball taking that awful right turn mid air when you blast off with the driver from tee, but 6 years older means 6 years wiser - and calmer. A few deep breaths and I'm good to go again.
I'll kick it off with my personal experience.
6 years ago I went on a 5 day golf holiday in the southern parts of Sweden (yes, I'm Swedish) together with a few mate's of mine. It was planned accordingly, with the following components:
Morning: Golf
Afternoon/night: Drink
I am a very competitive person. Always have been, always will be. So even though the golf break was a getaway just for fun, there's always the competitive devil in the back of my head. I had been on a pretty ugly downwards spiral in terms of my golf before the trip, so I hoped the trip could help me find the joy with the game again.
First round: I cannot remember the actual score, but what I do remember was that I was furious walking off the course after the 18th.
Oh well, a few drinks and a bbq in the sun should sort things out and get the mood back on track.
Next morning. A summary of my shots would've looked something like this: Shank, shank, shank, thin, fat, shank, thin, fat.
After shanking 2 balls out of bounds on the 6th, elevated par 3 hole - I packed my bags, got in the car and drove back home. A neat little journey of about 5 hours.
I didn't touch a golf club until I got back into the game again last May. Now I'm obsessed, but in a good way. I still get the occasional twitch in my eye as it turns black and smoke is coming out my ears when I see the ball taking that awful right turn mid air when you blast off with the driver from tee, but 6 years older means 6 years wiser - and calmer. A few deep breaths and I'm good to go again.