Ben Hogan once said, “If I miss a practice, I can tell. If I miss two practices, you can tell.” Well, I haven’t practiced in a week, and, boy, could I tell, you could tell, the whole range could tell.
Not that I’m comparing myself to Hogan, understand…
The weather was cloudy, windy and cool today, the result of Hurricane Rita off to the east. Not a drop of rain to be seen.
I guess it was lack of coffee this morning, but it took about 10 mis-hit balls for me to get the draw working on soft 7-irons this morning, and even then, each draw was surrounded by ugly shots, fat, thin, sliced. Yeech! I moved on to the big stick and things were ugly until I got my setup grooved in, and then I hit some nice straight ones and even some pretty draws. After that, I hit the 3-wood better than I have in many months. I even managed some nice draws, unusual for me. Thanks to the 2-club wind behind me, the balls were also going a lot farther than usual.
The rest of practice was pretty much a disaster, though. I never got any consistency out of any clubs, even my favorite 27-hybrid was fading or slicing today. I just had no energy. I hit a few short irons, mostly pushes and went home when I ran out of balls.