Wow, so here’s a little journey into my crazy brain, full of random golf musings and a gem of advice from dear old Dad. Let’s dive in, shall we?
Alright, 45 years swinging clubs — can you believe that? It’s nuts. And then, there’s this moment, etched in my brain. Not from one of those fancy manuals, but from my own teenage universe. My dad, dripping wisdom, as dads do. It’s a nugget I pass on, hoping it sticks to somebody’s game. Fingers crossed, right?
Anyway, does anyone else sometimes feel like a champ on the practice range and then turn into a complete noodle on the course? Yeah, me too. You get this swagger going, “I’ve got this,” and then — boom, reality checks in when the scorecard’s whipped out. Why though? Seriously.
Okay, picture this. Your regular scorecard cuts everything up into neat little holes. Nine or 18. But Dad had this wild idea: chop it up differently.
Let’s get back on track (or maybe off-track). My old man had this simple mantra, “Break it down.” Whether you’re gunning for under 90, 100, or even 70 — be real with yourself. No point dreaming if you’re not awake, right?
Three holes, that’s it. Take those massive 18-hole monsters and make them cute little three-hole puppies. Simple math, folks. If you’re trying to snap the 90 tape, you’re looking at hitting 45 for nine holes — that’s 15 every three. Easy peasy? Maybe.
And what’s wild is how this shifts your brain. Suddenly, it’s like puzzle pieces fitting rather than wrestling a whole puzzle. Keeps you in the moment without freaking out about the mountain ahead.
So here’s this scenario: you start rough — a big, fat 7 on a par 4. Ugh, right? But here’s the hack with the three-hole thing — it’s like a gaming cheat code. You have wiggle room. Get a 6 on the next par 5. Guess what? You’ve got 13 so far. Then, a minor miracle — you birdie the last par 4, boom, a 2. You just hit 15 for those three holes. Crisis averted, confidence level: restored.
It’s magic, really. You’re managing teeny, tiny missions instead of facing a giant dragon all at once. Go on, try this in a round or two. Bet it’ll help you stay grounded, avoiding those weird mental rabbit holes.
Oh, and speaking of weird rabbit holes, here’s my “by the way,” wanna swing faster? I’ll have to share some crazy ideas on that next time.
And, finally, a quick word on life from Brendon, the golf maven who also fancies a good chat on Facebook or wherever. Man, if there’s ever a legacy, sharing these tidbits has to be up there.
So there it is — a scatterbrained meander through practical golf wisdom, with gratitude to Dad. Hope it sparks something in your game. Keep it chaotic, folks!
