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Ok, I take it all back … temporarily! It’s 51 here today and Dalecki is probably out on the golf course, while I’m chained to this frigging computer trying to work out a forecast for 2003. This is killing me, and I’m still scowling.
Heck, make it easy, Harlan. Forecast for 2003: Some ups, some downs, some rain, some snow, some tornados, some earthquakes, some sun, some scattered clouds. Fore! How’s that?
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – OK Harlan, let me help you feel better: I went out today, in the bitter 50’s , couldn’t take my long sleeved shirt off until way around on the 12th hole! I hit a 100. Feel better? Uh-oh. You’re scowling…. Ummmmm……ever thought of moving? Greetings from California Peter, I knew someone would rub it in a little further! Bitter 50’s indeed! I’ll settle for anything within five degrees of 50. Yeah, I’ve thought about moving, but SWMBO has an affinity for spending time with our grandchildren who all live here in the great white, windy north. I guess it could be worse; I could be stuck in Minnypopolis. Also thought about a winter home someplace warm, but I’m having no luck talking my employer into living elsewhere five months out of the year. Should have pulled that 401K cash out at the peak of the market like everyone else did! 
Actually it isn’t bad here except for November, December, January, February and most of March. I would have thought Dalecki would be bitching more, too. Yeah, I’m scowling! So is SWMBO! I put another 6 iron mark in the ceiling. Harlan
Poor wretched fellow. You have my sympathy. And if you ever find yourself able to come out here to the Bay Area, please let me know. We’ll have a go at a course, in/with all our warmth. Peter
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – OK Harlan, let me help you feel better: I went out today, in the bitter 50’s , couldn’t take my long sleeved shirt off until way around on the 12th hole! I hit a 100. Feel better? Uh-oh. You’re scowling…. Ummmmm……ever thought of moving? Greetings from California Peter, I knew someone would rub it in a little further! Bitter 50’s indeed! I’ll settle for anything within five degrees of 50. Yeah, I’ve thought about moving, but SWMBO has an affinity for spending time with our grandchildren who all live here in the great white, windy north. I guess it could be worse; I could be stuck in Minnypopolis. Also thought about a winter home someplace warm, but I’m having no luck talking my employer into living elsewhere five months out of the year. Should have pulled that 401K cash out at the peak of the market like everyone else did! Actually it isn’t bad here except for November, December, January, February and most of March. I would have thought Dalecki would be bitching more, too. Yeah, I’m scowling! So is SWMBO! I put another 6 iron mark in the ceiling. Harlan
Peter: Ok, I take it all back … temporarily! It’s 51 here today and Dalecki is probably out on the golf course, while I’m chained to this frigging computer trying to work out a forecast for 2003. This is killing me, and I’m still scowling. Harlan
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Yeah, right, Greg! It’s thirty frigging two degrees in Chicago, it ain’t looking good for the next five months and I don’t expect to have a similar experience for at least that long ….. and probably a helluva lot longer even if things improve big time. You know, you guys who can still golf in comfort at this time of the year ought to have your own news group where those of us who can’t golf in comfort don’t have to read upbeat reports like yours. Its cruel and unusual punishment
OK Harlan, let me help you feel better: I went out today, in the bitter 50’s , couldn’t take my long sleeved shirt off until way around on the 12th hole! I hit a 100. Feel better? Uh-oh. You’re scowling…. Ummmmm……ever thought of moving? Greetings from California
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OK Harlan, let me help you feel better: I went out today, in the bitter 50’s , couldn’t take my long sleeved shirt off until way around on the 12th hole! I hit a 100. Feel better? Uh-oh. You’re scowling…. Ummmmm……ever thought of moving? Greetings from California
Peter, I knew someone would rub it in a little further! Bitter 50’s indeed! I’ll settle for anything within five degrees of 50. Yeah, I’ve thought about moving, but SWMBO has an affinity for spending time with our grandchildren who all live here in the great white, windy north. I guess it could be worse; I could be stuck in Minnypopolis. Also thought about a winter home someplace warm, but I’m having no luck talking my employer into living elsewhere five months out of the year. Should have pulled that 401K cash out at the peak of the market like everyone else did! Actually it isn’t bad here except for November, December, January, February and most of March. I would have thought Dalecki would be bitching more, too. Yeah, I’m scowling! So is SWMBO! I put another 6 iron mark in the ceiling. Harlan
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Got a 76 (38/38) from the Blues today which tied my career round. 1. The clubshaft was not taken back to the parallel position….more like 80 degrees. Sounds like something I remember. I’ll bet that is a function of a better set-up, pivot, and eliminating the reverse pivot.
Amen to that. Pivot and plane are the keys. The set up fine tunes and influences them, IMHO. Way to go Greg! Nice round. Can I break 80 now? :-) — Washington State University "That shot is impossible!…Jack Nicholson himself couldn’t make it!"– Homer Simpson
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that’s great, greg. next year, this will be routine paul
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Chopping a Greg Schoenberg post which included the following: Got a 76 (38/38) from the Blues today which tied my career round. Anybody have a similar experience? (Sure hope the golf gods aren’t reading this). -Greg
Yeah, right, Greg! It’s thirty frigging two degrees in Chicago, it ain’t looking good for the next five months and I don’t expect to have a similar experience for at least that long ….. and probably a helluva lot longer even if things improve big time. You know, you guys who can still golf in comfort at this time of the year ought to have your own news group where those of us who can’t golf in comfort don’t have to read upbeat reports like yours. Its cruel and unusual punishment since the best we can hope for is an occasional day in the low forties or a trip to the local dome for a little practice. It just ain’t fair! Once decent weather hits, its going to take me two months and a bottle of ibuprofen to get my body to agree to swing a club, another month to find the swing I was working on when the season ended, a month to change that swing to something that resembles a decent golf swing, and then a month to ingrain it. By then, I figure I will be able to consider your experience, but I’ll have only two months of golf left, and then my wife will want me to cut the grass, paint the house, or plant some greenery. And so it goes … year after frigging year. In the meantime, I’m trying to work with a body that seems to resent every new move I make and every demand I make on it. It responds about like my dog when I ask her bring my shoes. If the golf gods are reading this, how about some 60 degree weather in northern Illinois!! I still haven’t seen our oft-celebrated indian summer. Harlan
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Got a 76 (38/38) from the Blues today which tied my career round. 1. The clubshaft was not taken back to the parallel position….more like 80 degrees.
Sounds like something I remember. I’ll bet that is a function of a better set-up, pivot, and eliminating the reverse pivot. 2. My hips initiated the downswing just before I reached the top
They were probably in a better position to do that if you set-up better and didn’t Reverse Pivot. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – 3. I was relaxed….no concern about keeping a ramrod straight left arm. Wrist cock felt natural…not contrived. 4. Here is the critical part. My right elbow, on the downswing, briefly touched my side, giving me the inside/out plane. The two bad shots I had today were hooks. I never sliced or even faded one shot today. It was quite a breakthrough, but nothing that I will soon master. The timing required has to be perfect…much more precise that just hitting the ball. If fact, when I tried to do it, I couldn’t. It only occured when I was relaxed, balanced, thinking only about making a smooth swing. I liken it to the first time I slalom skiied or picked up a hard rythym on my guitar….something hard to describe….has to be felt in order to be accomplished again. That’s the beauty of golf. It’s the only sport where a 44 year old can improve, without much regard to the effects of age. Anybody have a similar experience? (Sure hope the golf gods aren’t reading this). -Greg
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Got a 76 (38/38) from the Blues today which tied my career round. 31 putts…11 Greens….10 Fairways….4 up and downs, and most important…no penalties. Won most of the $$ in our games. After buying everybody breakfast and beers, I netted $7. Oh boy!!
{snippage} That’s the beauty of golf. It’s the only sport where a 44 year old can improve, without much regard to the effects of age.
Nice job, Greg. I, too – despite my advanced years – still expect to improve every time I play. Of course, I’ve much more room to improve than you do. If I ever hit 76, it will be because I had to quit after 12 or 13, although I still entertain fantasies of shooting in the 80’s. I figure it like this: before I can start to decline, I have to reach my peak. That just CAN’T have happened yet!!! Dave
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Got a 76 (38/38) from the Blues today which tied my career round. 31 putts…11 Greens….10 Fairways….4 up and downs, and most important…no penalties. Won most of the $$ in our games. After buying everybody breakfast and beers, I netted $7. Oh boy!! The most remarkable thing was the sensation of the delayed hit…..something I’ve read about and only occasionally/accidently experienced. Today, I hit several shots with this delayed effect. Here is how I describe it. At impact, it’s the feeling that your hips are facing the target, shoulders and arms are through, leaving the clubhead to strike the ball at the very last possible instance. The first time I felt it, on #8, I thought I had pushed it, only to discover that I hit it straight and very long, without muscling it. From that point on, I routinely outdrove 7 and 8 handicappers in my group…something I’d never come close to doing before. When I got home, I looked at my swing and noticed these features…. 1. The clubshaft was not taken back to the parallel position….more like 80 degrees. 2. My hips initiated the downswing just before I reached the top 3. I was relaxed….no concern about keeping a ramrod straight left arm. Wrist cock felt natural…not contrived. 4. Here is the critical part. My right elbow, on the downswing, briefly touched my side, giving me the inside/out plane. The two bad shots I had today were hooks. I never sliced or even faded one shot today. It was quite a breakthrough, but nothing that I will soon master. The timing required has to be perfect…much more precise that just hitting the ball. If fact, when I tried to do it, I couldn’t. It only occured when I was relaxed, balanced, thinking only about making a smooth swing. I liken it to the first time I slalom skiied or picked up a hard rythym on my guitar….something hard to describe….has to be felt in order to be accomplished again. That’s the beauty of golf. It’s the only sport where a 44 year old can improve, without much regard to the effects of age. Anybody have a similar experience? (Sure hope the golf gods aren’t reading this). -Greg