Played today and did my usual bad tempered blowout.
Was 1 over (gross) playing the 8th. Simple short par 4. Drive wide into a bunker when no need to take a driver at all and take the bunkers out of play. 130 yards to go, take an 8 iron out the bunker, catch the lip and escape out oo 85 yards which is my preferred/preferable shot of all my clubs. Could feel the pissed off level rising - even though I'm walking to my ball saying "ffs youve got a cob on and your 1 over, escaped a poor drive, a poor bunker shot, and you've got a preferred distance into the hole, par is still probable here." Yeah, just ignore the positives. Thin through the back, shit out of the return chip, lip out the putt 2 inches.
The red mist has landed!!! Club throwing begins.
Bogeyed, doubled, or just picked up for the next holes to 15th. Driving was either shite or very good, but when I got within 100 yards which I'm usually pretty decent at I honestly couldnt hit a club properly. Twice I left myself 75 yards in and the next shot still had 40 left - one from a bunker ffs. Game drives me mad.
I remembered someone on here saying play 3 holes at a time which I'd mentioned to my mate and he said lets just do it for the last 3 to see who pays for the sarnies and drinks afterwards.
Par/Par/Par finish to win by 2.
I really need to sort my head out when I screw up holes as it just wrecks my game. Its not only bad for me but I'm actually embarrassed and feel bad for my mates as theyre affected by my bad mood. Were all ex squaddies so they know what buttons to press as well - no sympathy given :-) On the plus side for them, if were playing matchplay they readily admit that no matter what the score is they know that they just have to wait for a bad shot and ensuing meltdown for a large swing in their favour. I seldom fail to deliver.
Strange, as when I play in medals with people I dont know its never an issue. Its not even something I even have to think about and tend to be fine however I do.
Like I say, game drives me mad. Need to sort my temperament out ffs.
Hmmmmm