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.
This: post from Margaret & Helen is an absolute must read. Go do it now.
And if you’re nice and tell me how much you loved what she wrote, I’ll share some pics of the grand kids in their Halloween costumes.
Oh – did I mention that grand #4 is officially percolating? Had the gender reveal a couple of weeks ago. I got a phone call from Cecily (3 year old grandkid #3) one evening. After the “Hi Poppy’s” and “how’s my Matilda” (Cecily can’t hear if you ask her to do something. But if you call her Matilda, she’ll turn around and announce “I’m not Matilda!” Then she’ll actually do as asked. It’s a work in progress.) I asked her if she was getting e new little brother or sister. She was so excited she squealed “I got a PINK present!! I’m going to have a sister!” Due right around Easter, plus or minus any inaccuracies in the storks flight plan I suppose.
Bowling has started for the season too. I think the bowling alley is on a budget for lane oil, cuz geeze Louise, are they being stingy with it! It’s that or the pattern is just different and I’m finding all the dry patches. It’s forcing me to learn to trust a shot where one must throw the ball from the center out towards the gutter 20 – 25 feet down the lane and pray that it actually turns back towards the head pin. In theory, it works fine. In practice? It’s HARD to intentionally throw your ball towards the gutter (cuz bad things happen over there). But if you trust it and get all the little details right, it does work. Just scary as hell for a while. By the time I get comfortable with it, they’ll increase the oil budget and all that struggle will be for nothing.
I’m also finding that 3 advil about an hour before bowling starts helps immensely with what is either sciatica or arthritis in my left hip. Well, it help until Friday morning, then the payback starts. But! in a move mandated by my need to burn up what remains of this years vacation days (use it or lose it), I am not working Fridays for the remainder of the year. So Friday’s first order of business may be sipping a cup of coffee while getting a hip massage in the hot tub. That won’t suck too bad at all.
What WILL suck? Getting the yard cleaned up this weekend. Saturday looks the best weather wise – 48 degrees and only 20% chance of precipitation. Leaves, mowing (last time), getting the perennials put to bed. The camper is winterized plumbing wise, but still needs a wee vacuuming & a quick mop. Outside of the camper needs a bath too, but that can wait till spring.
Go read Margaret & Helen. Now.
Caught a teeny bit of the Tom Brady interview re: 11 of 12 balls being a little soft during the AFC championship game. No sound (was at the bowling alley) but I did notice that one of the ads scrolling on the screen behind him was sponsored by Gillette (his team owners company). The product they were pushing? The Gillette Flexball razor. Now THAT’s irony.
That’s too many times Belicheck’s (if I spelled it wrong, I don’t care. I have that little respect for the guy) team has been implicated in actions detrimental to the integrity of the game. Whether he has knowledge of the actions or not – as head coach he (and the whole chain of command between him and the guy that takes care of the football) must be held accountable.
In “Bountygate” Sean Payton was suspended for a year, his defensive coordinator was banned for life. There were other penalties against the Saints organization as well. That’s the minimum that should happen to Belicheck and his chain of command. The commissioner kinda set a precedent there.
Sadly, the Patriots won’t be disqualified from the Super Bowl. Playing with doctored footballs didn’t win them the game. But the fact that they did doctor the balls to give themselves an edge in their most important game of the season to date – well, it just demonstrated their lack of respect for the integrity of the game.
Not really a fan of Pete Carrol either, but I hope his Seahawks beat the crap out of Particheats (Cheatriots?) next week.
They forgot it’s a game.