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Call me Jean Vandeveld at the British open. Or Greg Norman at the Masters, or hell, Mickleson at this past US Open.

All the golfing talk on the blog got me itching to play, so I went out after work today, trying to beat the storms (which I did). First hole - birdie. Second hole - double bogey. Next two holes, pars. Fifth hole is a par 3 which I double - damn - but still sitting at 22 after 5 holes.

The a switch goes off - my game goes off with it. All the sudden I can't hit anything. Drives OB. Chips fat and short. Balls landing under trees, puts lipping out. I shoot a 31 over the last 4 holes. I had a 9 in the mix. The whole round wasted. I shoot 53. Normally I wouldn't be too upset over a 53, but after a 49 out last time and being 1 over after 4 today - I couldn't help.

I wasn't even mad. I could only feel sadness for watching my self destroy something so beautiful I had created.

On the bright side, I think my game is coming around, if I can string enough good holes during 9. Out of my last 18 hole I've played, I've had 4 pars and a birdie. But I also had a couple 9s.

Damn golf.