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Gen. Applewhite
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I was playing T-Zoids until January when I got a set of P790s. I had the full on shanks when they came in, and immediately set upon a complete swing rebuild, so I didn't really notice it at the time, but my god what a difference the new tech makes. I took my T-Zoid 7 iron to the range last week because I thought I had been swinging real well lately and wanted to see if the old blades really felt better on purely struck shots. But after ten swings I still hadn't flushed one. Each shot was clunky as hell. Immediately before and immediately after I was grooving perfect 7 irons with the P790s. The sweet spots on those fuckers are massive. I will gladly trade the purest of pure feeling a couple times a round for a perhaps slightly less pure feeling that happens on damn near every shot. And when you happen to miss it with the new irons, you can feel it wasn't our, but the ball still carries 90% of the distance and flies relatively straight. I am still rocking ~20 year old wedges, and an 8 year old driver. I will probably replace the wedges next. I barely played from 2004-2019, so the grooves are fine and I get plenty of spin, but I'm intrigued by higher CGs on newer models, and probably need to add bounce and change my lofts to get better gapping. 40-100 yards is probably the strongest part of my game, while chipping is unquestionably the weakest. A 79 today with 36 putts, in the midst of a gout outbreak in my right toe no less, is going to bring me to a 4.1 handicap. I have steadily improved since getting back into the game last year, and now I am better than I ever was before quitting. Hopefully I will continue to improve, but if this is just that one magical summer of Rona before it all goes to shit, I am at least enjoying it.
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They are not ideal, but at some places they are a necessity. San Pedro actually does a good job with its grass area, and opens it up as much as possible. With the volume they have, it gets chewed up quickly. The other range nearby Brack has mats around a semicircle, and if you want to hit off grass they let you to go off into the hinterlands to find some space. However, it's like hitting out of the first cut, at best. I think mats do less wear and tear on my hands than grass, and earlier this month I had some right elbow soreness that I attribute to more frequent sessions on a lush zoysia range. So from a health perspective, I am okay with mats (for now). My complaint stems from how a mat hides your misses.
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Speaking of picking up yardage, I just emptied a big bucket at San Pedro range and was working specifically on making contact higher on the face of my irons and really compressing the ball, rather than picking it off the ground. I figured I would start by focusing my eyes on the very front edge of the ball and otherwise swinging normally. Instant results. I was flushing it with a consistent trajectory into a stuff breeze, and straighter ball flight, all the way through the bag. I am assuming I will get some distance gains out of that as well, but it's impossible to tell based on these conditions Mats can be deceiving, but this session just felt different. And the primo new range balls they had were leaving marks right in the sweet spot. I need to find some grass to hit off of and really dial this in.
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Cadet XL for my little sausage fingers
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Just finished bogey-bogey to shoot 78, which is damned good with the wind blowing like it is in the hill country today. No 3 putts but could only get one birdie to fall. Lots of tap in pars, and three clutch knee knockers in the 6-8 foot range. After knocking on the door for the last year, 4 of my last 5 rounds have been in the 70s. HCI down to a 4.5. My biggest breakthrough has been switching to mid sized full cord grips and ditching the glove for everything but the driver. I seem to get a more fundamentally sound grip on the club without it (strong left hand, in the fingers, light pressure). Now I need to figure out what to do with the 4 FJ StaSofts I bought in May.
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Three straight rounds in the 70s, including Sunday when, after notching my third and fourth double bogeys on the day on holes 12 and 14, I manned up and went birdie-par-birdie-par on the way in to shoot 78.
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Today was an 18 hole shamble. We took 14 of my tee shots including all five par 3s (let's not talk about the four we didn't take). I hit 13 greens but didn't make a putt longer than 5 feet all day. My gross shamble score was a 73. We won our flight going away, and got into the modified alternate shot shootout. I have never played competitive golf so I had never felt pressure over a swing like that. I should have slammed a few drinks from the beverage cart while we were waiting. You can see where this is going. I promptly duck hooked my drive into the trees, and then fanned an 8 iron from my dad's ball in the middle of the fairway. He lagged to 4 feet and I sank the putt to save our par. He can't chip for shit, so deferred to me for the five-way blind chip off. I was lining up with my putter to cross 10 feet of fringe and 50 feet of green when the pro told me I had to chip. So I went back to my bag and grabbed the 58* (I liked the weight and had no confidence in a lower lofted club), but it checked up about 10 feet short and that apparently wasn't good enough. I am sure that 104 is coming at some point, but I am dialed in right now.
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Day 1 of the member/member and I had a career round. I have only broken 80 a handful of times, and not once in at least 15 years. But it all came together today and I shot 74. After missing a 6 footer for birdie on the first, I caught fire with the putter and made five 20-30 footers. Course was set up about 200 yards shorter than the tees I normally play, but I'll take it. Maybe I should move up a box full time.
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Another 82, this time with two doubles and a goddamn quad on 16 to break my back. At least I can be proud that I cleared my head and gave myself two ~15 foot birdie looks on 17 and 18, but couldn't convert either. And the kicker was with the ESC knocking off the quad it's going to bring me down to a hair under 6, just in time for the member-member. Maybe tomorrow. Won't be as windy but we are getting doused right now to it's gonna play long.
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Another 82 today. Seems like I find a new way to not break 80 every time out. I was +8 on the par 3s today (a triple, a double and three bogeys), but +3 on the other 13 holes. Missed two 5' birdie putts on the front, but hit an 8 iron to a foot on 18 to finally get one for the day.
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I was striping it today. Took driver on every hole and hit 11/13 fairways, with the two misses just barely running through doglegs and easy shots to the green. Hit several beautiful iron shots. But had two very costly water balls, one skanky sand shot, and I could not buy a putt. Missed 10-15 foot birdie putts on 8 holes, including the 3 toughest ones on the course, which I rarely even par. But I stroked them all good and didn't leave a single one short, so I'll take that as a victory even though the card showed 85. That's on the high end but within my usual range, and about the absolute worst I could have scored the way I was hitting it today. Fucking beautiful out though. Twilight round, got around in a hair over 2 hours, wife riding in the cart, and we picked up some fry chicken from the clubhouse on our way out. Damn fine way to spend an afternoon.
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Hmm. Must be the cooking temp.
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Going to do a second batch of red beans on Sunday. Last one was perfect, so I will recreate exactly, instead of riffing as usual.
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For the money you'd spend on a set, you can cover more ground piecemeal. For high quality and budget friendly I'd recommend: Lodge cast iron skillet (10-12" depending on the number of folks you regularly cook for.) Lodge enameled cast iron dutch oven as big as you can handle (this item is a workhorse, and anything you may get from a set is shit by comparison to even the most budget friendly standalone option) Cheap non-stick skillet(s) (go for an OG non-stick coating and not some new fangled gimmick. I say two because I like a big one for family meals, and a 10" one for frying eggs and making omelets. I've got some fancy cookware, but these are the beauties I leave sitting out on the stove.) 3 quart sauce pan with lid (Heavy bottom is important, copper is good, clad with stainless is great. Of all the pieces, this is where you want to splurge on quality.) Carbon steel wok (don't bother if you have an electric range, just use the big non-stick instead.) Big ass stock pot with a lid You can cook just about anything with the above items. I don't think a stainless steel skillet is essential if you can handle the cast iron, but it's probably the next piece.
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Veal osso buco with orzo and sprouts:
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Just gonna leave this here. Probably my fault for letting it slip to the tenth page. I made the red beans from the first post yesterday, and added a couple splashes of Worcestershire near the end and the outcome was divine. I like to stop before they all turn to mush and mash a few beans on their own to get the sauce creamy, while still leaving most of the beans whole. I've got a pound of navy beans soaking tonight for a batch of baked beans tomorrow, which will be turned into an uptown beanie weenie for myself and the 2 yo.
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This is me with breaking 80. Got out there with my pops this morning after the tornado warning in Horseshoe Bay cleared. Had my 2yo with us, so we hustled through warm up on the range, and I started slow as a result. Shot 43/39 for an 82. Left a few strokes out there as I generally hit it well but fucked up a few easy chips. Wind was hard out of the west, which made it a completely different course than I’m used to.
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Lived across the street from there in law school. Put down 5 LITs one night and painted the bathroom pink in the morning. Must've been the sugar.
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I cooked some 1 year old beans last week and could never get them to soften up. Ended up mashing them and making refried. I figure 20 year old beans would be like eating gravel.
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My wife and I have both been working from home all week, taking shifts looking after our boys (4 and 2) since day care has been closed. Cabin fever is real, and the abrupt end to my daily golf regimen (range sessions during lunch breaks at the office), had me seriously jonesing. But my wife has definitely carried the load at home, so it's not like I could just say I was heading to the course for some personal time. So last night I loaded my clubs into the car after she went to sleep, knowing that this morning I would volunteer to make an HEB run. I laid the groundwork over breakfast by saying that I'd heard that stores had insanely long lines, and that it was too bad I couldn't take one or both kids, cause of the virus. At 9a I finished the shopping list, remarking loudly how much stuff we needed. If she wondered why I had changed into a collared shirt just for a grocery store run, she didn't say anything. As I grabbed my keys, I was certain the coast was clear, and that I would have time to hit the range, or perhaps a short game session, without raising suspicions. I headed to the store first, and was in and out with uncommon speed. 20 distinct items, but I went express lane anyways, cause fuck it. My plan was all falling into place and I was already visualizing the crisp 7 irons I would soon be lofting into the sky, each with a tight little right to left draw. And right as I pulled up to the club the skies opened up the deluge was on. I waited there in the car for a solid 15 minutes but it never let up, so I finally gave in and went home. Maybe tomorrow.
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Hah. No wonder. I'm not sure what drew more odd looks from others on the range, the abbreviated Happy Gilmore cold tops, or the grunts I was letting out during the ten hard swings that rolled out to past the 275 sign.
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I did these drills at the range today, but without a swing speed monitor, just gauging how the balls flew and how far they rolled out. The 10 "swing your hardest" were actually my best set of drives. I just have to remember to keep my grip pressure light all the way through the swing, otherwise the tendency is to yank it left. The exaggerated hip turn was also helpful. The left foot step was whack as hell and I felt like I was lucky to make contact. In the end, the biggest takeaway for me was to grip it light but swing out and hard. If I do that I have a much better chance of shifting my weight and ending up in a good finish position. That is going to be my thought next time I head to the course: knock the cover off the ball.
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Modern drivers with massive heads are way more forgiving. I am the same way. I am not comfortable with my 3 wood off the tee, and on shorter holes I'd rather lay off the driver and just poke it out there. When I played at Lost Creek last summer, I thought I was playing smart by hitting irons and woods around the front 9 because that course has lots of tight doglegs, but I was hitting them like shit. On the back I finally decided to just hit driver on aggressive lines and had much more success.
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Saturday was the annual wacky competition where they tip it out (7100), get the greens fast (13.5), stick the pins in ludicrous places, and everything must be holed out. I played out of my mind and shot 94 with 3 birdies and 36 putts. Seven of those putts came on a single hole after hitting a 4 iron to 15 feet below the hole, and then watching a nearly perfect read/stroke putt curl just around the cup and then across the green 3X farther away than where I started from. I could have been on that green all day had I not bombed my 7th putt from 40 feet. I finally got to see the new handicap system's daily adjustment function in action, but it only dropped my differential on the day by 3 strokes, which tells me that most of the geezers out there must not have bothered to enter their scores. My old man, a 3.5 handicap, shot a 101 and was pretty solid from tee to green all day. I was most excited about the 3 birdies, as I average about 1 every 3-4 rounds. I almost jarred a 7 iron on the last par 3, which is the closest I've ever come to an ace. I am ready to say that my grip change and daily range sessions are paying off.
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I'm not gonna quibble with that. Onion rings are decent. And their mixed chopped meat sandwich is suitable. Baseline is Bill Miller's not CM.
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