A Great Match Play Round by The Grateful Golfer

As you are aware, or not, I organized and I am participating in the Osprey Links Match Play Tournaments. The stroke and net events will determine the club champions and be awarded a parking spot for 2020 right beside the club house. It is a prestigious event and I have to say, the match I played yesterday was the most fun I have had in competition in a very long time!

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Losing My Concentration Mid Golf Round

What do we mean when we say concentrate or focus when getting ready to hit a golf ball? Do you think of all the aspects of your swing you have to complete or do you think of one thing – personally, I am a one thing player and it makes a difference to my score. Unfortunately, like my last round, I have a tendency to lose my concentration mid round and as result, rack up the strokes needlessly. This is a something I try to avoid, but it does creep in from time to time.

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So Close, But Yet So Far On The Green

On Wednesday past, my usual crew played a 9-hole 4-person scramble for Men’s Night. We generally are solid players and this week we were playing a bit better than normal. We were putting for birdie/eagle on 8 of the 9 holes, so our chances of shooting a low score was definitely part of our plan!

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The Mid Point of My Golf Season

It is approximately the mid point of my golf season and I have to say, time is moving way to fast. It seems that every time I look around a week has passed. I am enjoying my time on the links, but our season is so short that it is important to maximize every opportunity. And so far, I believe I am doing that and more.

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When Your Putter Gets Hot!

We all know that putting comes and goes throughout the golf season. There are times when I could not sink my ball in a hole the size of a garbage can lid 3 feet in front of me. And then there are times, like now, when I seem to sink almost everything from anywhere on the green. I especially like these times.

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