Yesterday, my quest to ask an interesting question on my social media sites went crazy. I like to interact with other golfers and see what they think on a plethora of issues. Surprisingly, I received almost ten times the normal responses and as a result had a hard time responding to everyone. As the day unfolded, it became apparent that I found a topic that many are passion about; myself included.
What caught my immediate attention is the percentage of golfers who have holed a ball from over 75 yards. I realize that with the uncountable number of stokes shot even daily, sinking a ball from any great distance would be difficult at best. Additionally, I was dumbfounded by the number of albatrosses that were reported on the ensuing thread. If you have the time, it is worth checking out some of the responses. With the golf courses closed at this time, it will help pass the time and remind you that golf is just around the corner.
Since my question garnered so much attention, I have been trying to remember the longest shot I drained from the fairway. It actually took sometime because I have not had any really memorable shots from any distance; except for my three holes in one.
However, I do remember on shot from 60 yards. I think it was my longest, but I cannot say for sure with 100% certitude. Regardless, I figure it was worth describing because it changed the fortune of my round.
It was a few years back that this magical shot occurred. I was playing from the tips because the Greenwood Golf Club was not overly long (6200 yards) I was on the sixth hole and a fantastic drive. I was sitting about 120 yards out and grabbed my PW. After chunking my second shot, fitting considering I was five over after five, I was thinking about packing it in after nine holes.
Well, after taking a few deep breaths (I am sure I needed them) and one large one before hitting, I decided to hit my PW again. I figure a little knock down was the right choice. If nothing else I would be putting for par. Then something magical happened! I landed a few yards short, watched my ball hop onto the green and roll into the cup! Wow, a birdie; now I was only four over after six. As I walked to the green my whole attitude changed from despair to joy.
This change in mental state transferred to the rest of my round. I shot even par from that point on. Walking off the course with a 76 in my pocket was a boon considering my start. This obvious point in my game where I suddenly started to play better is nothing new because it happens often. Unfortunately, changes happen both ways and I do not think about the collapses.
Sinking a shot from off the green is always fun. In some cases, they provide memorable events that stick in you mind for a long time. Additionally, it can be a game changer, as in my case, that brings lower scores at the end of your round.
I am a grateful golfer! See you on the links!