You ever have those rounds where you're hitting the ball so well (distance wise more than direction) that you actually start struggling to hit the right club? Like you're standing over a 170 yard shot and normally you'd be hitting a hard 9, except today hard 9 is going 180? Had one of those last week, and it's just tough when you fear every shot is going to be overcooked, it just gets into your head.
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"Think I'm gonna be the scapegoat for the whole damn machine? Sheeee......."
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