I took a golf lesson with Petey King nearly two months ago. It was the best one I can remember since my first, in 1995. He got me shifting my weight, and I spent at least forty-five minutes hitting perfect shots. I finished with seven or eight drives that averaged 250 yards. I left the lesson and drove to First Tee. It started raining on the way. It rained for three consecutive days, and then we had our one cold snap of the winter. And then it rained some more. It was ten days between the lesson and the next time I hit a ball and I was never able to retrieve what Petey showed me. Today I played a dead lucky 48 from the middle tees at First Tee. I had 1 par, 4 bogies, and 4 doubles. I hit two pure shots for the day, one with a 3-wood, the other with a 7-iron. One good pitch. One good chip. I used 17 putts. Oh, I had one unexplainable drive that went 228 yards. My second longest went I82. I hit four or five lucky worm burners, hard shots that rolled a hundred and fifty yards and stayed on the fairway, or rolled onto the green. You know the type; they fail to please. I need another lesson, but I want to schedule it for a day that's followed by at least three or four dry days.
OK, forgive my rant. I got home and walked the Chandler Street Loop in 46:48. I'm tired, and hungrier than two motherfuckers.
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