Perhaps I spoke a bit prematurely

"They told me they fixed it...It's not my fault!"
-Lando Calvrisian

So...

Remember that last post where I was thumbing my nose at the golf gods in a blatant  show of disrespect?

Remember how I proclaimed victory and how I was absolutely SURE that I had figured this game out?

Well...It turns out I was horribly wrong.  (You look shocked.)

I was just itching to get back out on the course.  I wanted to build on my progress from the last round.  Surely, if I could shoot a 93 the last time then I was definitely going to score lower this time.  I mean, it makes perfect sense.  I had a breakthrough.  The only direction I could go was up.  I was even pondering a career change.  Maybe not the PGA (that would be ridiculous).  But certainly the developmental Nationwide tour was within reach.

When I got out there, I actually started out fairly well.  And I will take the time to mention that my short game remained strong throughout the day.  (So there were some positives to take away from my round).  But somewhere along the line, things got a little whackadoodle.

On the 6th hole, there's a forced carry of about 75 yards.  A pretty simple shot that I've made dozens of times.  I promptly dumped my ball into the tiny lake that shouldn't even have been in play.  I made a similar mistakes on the 12th & 13th holes.

But the main issue was that, for some reason, the ball just kept going left.  (Maybe by golf swing is a socialist.  It's definitely a progressive.)  No matter how hard I tried to adjust, I could not make the correction.  Oh, except for the times when I over-corrected and blocked the ball to the right.

Final score: 99.

Now you may think, "Damon, you still broke 100.  You should be happy."

But you should know by now that no one is actually happy when they play golf.

And if they seem happy, there probably just drunk.