When chipping, I have a tendency to go from feast to famine. Either I give it a little, bitty scoop, sending it dribbling a few yards — or I whack it with the edge of the face, sending it flying several hundred yards over and beyond the green.
Well, watching golf last week, I watched someone on the pro tour doing the former. Twice. In a row. Insert picture of Dave doing the little Guilty Pleasure Over Someone’s Misfortune Dance.
When Doyce and I went out a few weeks ago, he decided that his ball getting caught in a tree was a sign that the Golf Gods did not want him to finish out the hole.
Well, Tiger did the same thing yesterday. Triple-bogied the hole. Seven off the lead at the Canadian Open. Feel better, guy.
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