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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