I would like to blame it on the rust. I would like to blame it on the wind. In the end I can only blame myself.
I went out and played my favorite course over the weekend. It was a beautiful day in Oklahoma, the sun was bright and the wind was somewhere around 10 M.P.H., not too bad for February. I had not played in about 10 days and did not get a chance to warm up much before we hit the box. I started off with back to back pars and was feeling very good about it. After striking wood on three, I lay up and was putting for par. CLANK! My Aviar hit the basket and went straight down. I came up short! I tried to shake it off as I walked to the box at #4 but it was of no use. I think I managed to hear the CLANK eleven more times and the CHING only four more.
I don’t think I would have cared about missing all those puts had it not been for the fact that I was dead on. I was just short, and it was killing me. The difference between a CLANK and a CHING is inner peace, that and a good round of disc golf!
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Don't sell yourself short, Birdman. You eventually ching'd (or is it changed) all 18.
Aim high and blame the wind!
Man, I've had days like that. it's hard to let go of those close misses.