Day 5100 (2 weeks to my 14 year smoking quitaversary)
Well that was an attention grabbing title, eh? Learned something yesterday afternoon that upsets me a little bit. Let me set it up for you.
It was a Wednesday during the summer. Sweated out the entire day looking at weather forecasts, guessing if we were going to be golfing in the afternoon/evening or not. Nasty storms blew through, weather cleared up about 2 – 3 hours before we were slated to start. All was good.
Did the usual. Slipped out of work, made the 45 minute drive to the course. Found a spot in the parking lot close to our finishing hole. Met up with Zach, went and got our cart and we each got a bag of balls to hit on the range. Headed to the range and started warming up. I like to start by hitting some wedge shots (short range stuff) then work my way through the clubs hitting longer and longer shots. Finish up hitting the driver. Always interested in seeing which way I might be curving the balls on any given day.
As I was wrapping up with my driver, I hear Zach say “Limited flight? What kind of crap is this?” So I pick up one of the range balls I’d been beating on and saw this:
Please excuse the fuzziness, but you can still almost plainly see the “Limited Flight” marking on that golf ball. Been hitting these range balls all season and NEVER paid attention to the markings on the ball except to note the manufacturer (Srixon, if you’re curious).
Sheeee-yit. That adds a wrinkle to things. If you were trying to figure out how far you hit a club, maybe 7 iron, this would NOT be the ball to use. Say you invested some time on the range and found out that you average 150 yards with your 7 iron (wimp) using these range balls. Then you head out to the course, and find yourself needing to hit a 150 yard shot. You pull out your newly calibrated 7 iron and proceed to smack the ball 170 yards using your not so “limited flight” ball. What’s the problem? Depends on what’s 20 yards behind the green. Sand trap? Water? Out of bounds? Maybe just more green. Maybe not.
In the long run, I have no one to be upset with but myself. Shoulda noticed this earlier. But I was curious why my shots on the range weren’t carrying as far as I thought they should. Passed it off as not being warmed up enough, hitting into the wind or just plain getting old. Now that I know, if I want to gauge my club distances on the range, I’ll have to use the better balls that I find while I’m tromping through the woods looking for my own stray shots. As it turns out – I have two gallon freezer bags full of them. Might just have to launch a few of those next week.
How’d the golfing go last night you ask? Rough. Actually shot ta little better than my average. Unfortunately the guy I was playing against shot really, really well. While my score was ok for me, it couldn’t stand up to what my opponent shot. Might have squeaked out 3 points out of 9 total. Overall a good night of golf. Some good scores made, we just ended up on the short end of the stick this time.
This weekend is our Not Fathers Day outing. Saturday morning we are headed half way to Syracuse to meet up with son #2 and his father in law for our annual outing. We’ll be at Seneca Falls Country Club just south of Seneca Falls (very near the Women’s Rights National Historic Park) if you want to come & be part of the gallery. You’ll have to spring for your own cart.
Through out the course of this weekend we will get to see all 4 grandkiddies. Don’t get to see the Syracuse clan often enough, so we gotta really soak them up this weekend. I will try to make sure to get pics worthy of sharing for y’all.