I played today in Wichita, KS, for a Nationwide qualifier. I played decent. I never got hot, and a couple of bad bogies cost me. 70 wasn't good enough, so I'm flying back home...then I'm coming back. That's right, I found out about a good tournament in SW Kansas, so I thought I'd play. The airlines weren't too accommodating, nor were the rental car agencies, so it is far too much cheaper to fly home and drive back. It seems like a great tournament, though, so I'm looking forward to it. It'll be nice to have my car anyways.
After that, a few days off, then back to Canada for the tournament in Montreal. It is supposed to be the biggest tournament of the year, so I am really looking forward to that, too.
I've shot the worst possible score I could shoot each of the last two days. That isn't something that happens a lot this time of year, so it's been frustrating. The game feels good, though. I'm going to get the most out of my round tomorrow.
Off to bed.
The new irons felt really good. I hit them almost a club longer, so it is a bit of an adjustment, but I'm looking forward to a little extra length. I've always been about a half club shorter than most guys with my irons (while being at or above average with the woods), so it will be nice to catch up.
Look out tomorrow.
I had a great time in Canada. The events were all first class, the courses were good/great, and the people couldn't have been more welcoming. In my caddies alone, I met some great new friends. Gotta say thanks to Yvan, Lance, Ryan, Dave, and Chris. They did a great job, and we will all keep in touch. Good deal.
So, I've got a place to play next year, I'm on the World Ranking (barely, but I'm up there), and I think only more good things are to come.
Few days off now, Idaho Open next week.
I can't get the internet to work, and I don't feel like dealing with my phones keyboard, so I'll keep it short. I played good again today, ended up tied for 6th. I made enough today to keep my tour card for next year, and gained some world ranking points. Not bad, eh?
Long drive ahead.
The only low point was the 11th hole, and it was more of a fluke than anything. I hit an average drive into the fairway. My second shot I pulled a bit, but I thought it was still fairly good. It came up well short, into a bunker. I hit the bunker shot how I wanted, but I completely misjudged it, and it rolled out about 15 feet right of the hole. My putt broke more than I thought, leaving me 3 1/2 feet. That putt broke the completely opposite direction, so I made a quick double. Birdied the next hole to stay alive, but I lost a lot of momentum.
So it could have been much better today, probably could have been worse. Pretty solid overall, so I'm still in pretty good shape. Another good round will give me a good finish.
I just got back from my 3rd sporting event of the last three nights. For me, it doesn't get any better than that. A world class golf tournament, and a lot of baseball and football. As good as it gets.
Back in the States tomorrow night. Looking forward to tomorrow.
I've been waiting for a course like this, where par is a very good score. Anything under par moves you up the board, and that fits my game more that a birdie barrage.
I had a really solid round going today, before I three putted the 8th (my 17th) hole. I haven't had a three putt in some time, so it was pretty frustrating to do it when I had a good round going. I then had to make a great up and down on what I think is the hardest par three I've ever played. I pulled a 3 wood into a bush, then made a great save after taking an unplayable.
The weather was the main factor today, but I didn't let it get to me. That makes the bogey-bogey finish that much harder to take. The last two hole were played in relative calm winds, while the rest of the round was filled with heavy winds with times of heavy rain. I hit driver, driver into the par 4 second, and was still 15-20 yards short of the green.
This week off the course has been quite fun. I went to the minor league baseball game last night, was in a suite at the CFL football game tonight, and I've got tickets to a suite for the minor league game tomorrow. Me and my caddy Chris have been making the most of our week in Winnipeg. A couple more good rounds will make it that much better.
I didn't know it, but the course we're playing was designed by Donald Ross (think Pinehurst #2). It is a great layout, with SEVERE greens. It isn't all that long, but the greens will be the real test this week. I don't think I've ever even played a Donald Ross course, so I am pumped to play this week.
My caddy this week is my bud Chris from the eyesrubbed blog. We've had some email correspondence, and when he saw I was going to be in town this week, he offered to pack this week. He showed me around downtown last night, and we're ready to have a great week. My hotel this week is also right downtown, which is nice because it lets me see a little bit more of the city. The minor league park is only a couple blocks away, and I will be a fixture there the next couple of nights.
I haven't hit any balls on the range this week. I came out yesterday, striped it all the way around, and figured I've been way too mechanical the last couple weeks. With a little less of that, I think I might go out and let my swing just happen. Free everything up a bit. We'll see, but it feels right this week.
This week also wraps up the first five events in Canada, and I'm looking forward to getting back closer to home for a few weeks. My game has been mediocre, and though I've had a great time in the "Great White North," I'm ready to get back home for a bit. I'll will be playing a lot of golf, but it should still be a nice break from what has been a lot of travel.
I was so excited to play this weekend. For some reason my swing decided to revert to Luke's 2007 dog swing. Ball striking has always been my strong point, while my putting has lagged behind. Completely opposite this year. I'm putting to a bucket (at least compared to the past), and I have no idea where the ball is going.
So I got off to a terrible start today, +4 after 6. There were no nerves today. Absolutely no excuse. I just couldn't keep my ball under control. I hit it fairly good the last 12 holes, but it was too late. +2 73 to finish 42nd.
I've got some things to work on in my swing. I'm not sure exactly what right now, but it's not where it should be. My short game is getting so much better, I cannot wait until I get back to "normal" with the full shots.
Made 5 hours of the 15 hour drive to Winnipeg tonight. Should be there tomorrow, looking forward to a new week.
As bad as I hit it, I still had a great time. It was definitely a grind, but there is nothing better than playing in front of a pretty sizable gallery. It makes you want to work that much harder. On both 9 and 18, where the gallery was at its largest, I holed long putts for birdie. The round was a struggle, but I pulled some good feelings from those two putts. The one on 18 was 40-50 feet, and I knew it was in from halfway. Got a pretty good roar out of it, too. So that left me in a decent state of mind, considering the rest of the round.
I hit the range after the round, and I think I should have the long game under control for tomorrow. I'm further back than I should be, but a good round will still move me up quite a bit. A great round and, well, you never know.
Good round tomorrow, than I'll knock off a piece of the 15 hour drive to Winnipeg.
I'm really not going late because of a wedding at the club, so I'm ready for bed. Feeling good about the weekend.
I've gotta run. Another good one tomorrow.
My first birdie was a little different. I was maybe a year older, playing in a jr. tournament on a par three course. My round was about average, with nothing spectacular happening. I rarely hit greens those days, but on my last hole I knocked it on with a three wood. We had walking scorers in these events, and mine was a teenaged brother of one of the kids in the tournament (later, to my amazement, a teammate during my freshman year on the high school team, a milestone in its own right). I had about a 50 foot putt, really no chance. I asked my scorer what he would give me if I made the putt (he'd been offering gifts all day). This time, he said "50 packs of Skittles." We laughed, I said OK, and I made it. He was in shock. I knew I'd never get those skittles, but I had a birdie under my belt. Good enough. I was still a bit sore about not getting paid, so I brought this up when I got on his team in high school. Of course he "couldn't remember," and I was just a nerdy middle schooler. Oh well.
My first eagle also had my dad around. We were playing a pro am in Price, Utah (where I was born, and my dad was the head pro before he started just playing). I was just starting to get a little better, and my dad was bringing me along to play every now and then. There are some short, quirky holes at Carbon CC, so I saw my opportunity. I hit driver, three-wood right at the green of par 5, maybe 480 yards. Two big ones for me back then. I got up the the elevated green, and there was my ball about 15 feet away, just in the fringe. I walked up and sunk the putt. I think I still have that ball somewhere.
I can remember hitting balls of the cliff in Price when I was just a toddler, but I didn't play golf all that often when I was little. I would hang out on the putting greens, but mostly I was either watching my dad play or playing baseball. I still hit some of these goals fairly young, but not close to as young as most of the "players" these days. They stick out just the same, and I can remember quite a few more "milestones." Bet you can too.
So this might be the first of a new theme. Next up: breaking 50.
Got a good one in me tomorrow. I go at 8:30 Check out the action at cantour.com.
We had a marathon pro-am today, nearly 6 hours. I always have fun with my pro-am teams, but finishing near 9 pm is pushing it. Well, we had fun, so that's good. Dinner was solid as well. I hacked it around to shoot 70, not all that bad for how I played.
The course is an old style course (which I love) leftover from the 19th century (that, folks, is the 1800's). There are a lot of birdies out there, but hitting it in the fairway should play a big part. It's just too hard controlling iron shots into small greens from the rough.
For some reason, I'm just not feeling comfortable over my long shots. My putting is better than it has ever been, but my timing just isn't there with full shots. I'm not hitting anything solid, and that is very strange. Normally this stuff happens when you've been out of action for a bit, but I've been going full-steam for months. I'm planning on a quite extensive practice session tomorrow, so hopefully that will get me closer. It feels so close, and I'm very much looking forward to when it clicks.
Happy 4th of July everyone. I'll miss it.