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So we all know that golf requires full concentration. You have to block-out whatever distractions are around you and put 100% focus on what you need to do in order to hit the perfect shot. But this guy is taking it to a new level.
What do you think is going through this guys head? Is it:
A. “I’ll show him. Put down a bogey when he knows it was a double…”
B. “Hey, no one’s paying attention to me right now. How will they ever know this is my fourth putt?”
C. “Revoke my membership? Ha! We’ll see…”
Or D. “What fire?”
D. would certainly show the total concentration aspect. But it’s more fun to think it’s something else. The question is what that something else could be to keep his round going…
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-Stinky Golfer Dog
Following golf for the past 25 years or so has opened my eyes to many exceptional players. Unfortunately, no matter which way you cut it, a lot of these greats were lost in the shuffle. The reality is, just like other pro sports, we associate greatness with not just being at the top of your game but also with mass appeal.
From the late 90’s to about 2010 we all know golf was owned by Tiger. He was everywhere and everything golf. There is no doubt about that. It was Tiger’s world and everyone else was living in it. Vijay, Phil and Furyk all had their chances, but couldn’t quite do it. Tiger was…ok, ok…is still a great golfer no doubt but golf is as much mental as it is physical. When his scandal went public his golf game suffered soon after. And so went an era.
What about a decade earlier when Greg Norman and Nick Faldo dominated? Why didn’t they get as much hype? Neither one was presented a $40 million dollar deal from Nike. Wouldn’t that have changed things a bit? I understand times were different then but I’m sure a deal like that would have altered the way things played out.
Going back a few more years, the last golf era I can think of was the Jack Nicklaus days. Granted I was a youngster and caught the end of his reign but you couldn’t mention golf without the name Jack Nicklaus. Looking to the future I wonder who will be next? It should be quite interesting to see especially with a young talented group to pick from.
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!!
So, the title is pretty self explanatory. Any hack or pro for that matter can relate for the most part. Why exactly do we fall apart and why is it an art? Art is more or less defined as works produced by the application of human skill and creativeness. Think about that for a minute.
When we apply the definition of art to falling apart on a golf course, we might not see the correlation. Trust me…there is. For example, the most common occurrence of falling apart is on the back nine. Every golfer I know, including me on many occasions, has at one point or another muttered the words “I fell apart on the back nine.” Oh, and some choice words peppered in there as well.
Where does the art part come in? Since you asked here’s your answer – we worked at it. Really. We worked at falling apart. It’s not like you stopped trying on the back nine. We went at it just as we did the front. In fact, the more we fall apart the more “creative” we get with our shots. All this “creativity” leads to more falling apart. I’m not sure what happens between the 9th and 10th hole…wait…it’s those damn hot dogs. My cardiologist told me to avoid those things and now I know why.
Considering we are discussing being artsy and what not, a poem comes to mind – Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”. You might have read it but if not it’s where the metaphor “albatross around your neck” derives. In golf, an albatross is 3 under par. In literary and seafaring terms, an albatross can be seen as an omen of good luck but it’s mostly associated with a curse or burden.
We know that Coleridge was an English poet from the late 1700’s. We also know that golf and sailing are very much a part of the British Isles’ history. Using deductive reasoning, I’ve come to the conclusion that we should avoid the hot dogs at the turn because they are made from albatross.
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!! Nobel peace prize…here I come!