I am really only the Master of 1' 8" par putts, with nary a birdie being sunk
My occasional meter "blips" mean I am now becoming proficient at learning to take the 190/180/170 yd club from the 40% rough and am enjoying every minute of it (there's a hint of irony here folks)
Putts inside 12' that as a Pro were "gimmes" are now 1' 8" away - see above :)
Pinnngggg is a sound I have learnt to live without since I got my new Master drivers
Every, and I mean EVERY, uphill green has become a source of frustration. BPB 5,7,9, 15, 18 - you used to be my friends; what happened !!!
The Pro Shop is on my "To Do" list each day, in the forlorn hope that Merlin has invented a new elixir for frustrations. Guess the Bacardi bottle will now be my 15th club from hereon in.
RG's, which I used to enter for the thrill of it, are now a No Go Zone. The ethernet me now feels naked, exposed, and a little brittle - hugs needed haha
Play With A Group - joking, right ? I would embarrass a Hack with my play and feel like an Anchorite at the moment. Ohmmmmm, Festivus, Ohmmmm, Festivus
.................On the other hand I am more determined than ever to play well, hit straight, and ensure that I waste as much time as possible on WTG - phew, at least some things never change.
Regale me with your transitional dilemmas - I cannot be the only one who is having to re-learn this wonderful, frustrating, joyous, snarky game.
BB