I’ve been working on my swing with a video camera almost every day for the last two years. Although my swing appears to have improved, my shot pattern has worsened.
I suffer terribly from inconsistency. Some days I stand over the ball and my hands feel like they're not even mine. It’s like I’m a beginner whose just been taught the grip for the first time even though I’ve been playing regularly for 15 years.
I am plagued by horrific shots; from snap hooks with the driver to shanks with the wedge. I can feel them coming on but I’m powerless to prevent them.
Half of me wants to quit the game but the obsessive half won’t let me, that’s what it has become; - an OBSESSION. Guilt is my motivation, it’s what keeps me going; to give up now after all the countless hours invested is too painful a thought.
This fucking game is killing me, slowly but surely eating away at my soul.
I suffer terribly from inconsistency. Some days I stand over the ball and my hands feel like they're not even mine. It’s like I’m a beginner whose just been taught the grip for the first time even though I’ve been playing regularly for 15 years.
I am plagued by horrific shots; from snap hooks with the driver to shanks with the wedge. I can feel them coming on but I’m powerless to prevent them.
Half of me wants to quit the game but the obsessive half won’t let me, that’s what it has become; - an OBSESSION. Guilt is my motivation, it’s what keeps me going; to give up now after all the countless hours invested is too painful a thought.
This fucking game is killing me, slowly but surely eating away at my soul.