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Well this could be my tennis confessional where I arrived at obtain absolution from Father T. Hacker Heaven. Because the forecast was gale force winds and heavy water today I thought I'd ultimately run-down to Atkinson's Resort and attempt to get a sense due to their protected tee variety. As I taken in the wind and water began to get but I really didn't think much of it. I went in and went out to the firing line and bought my bucket of balls. Originally I was in heaven. I actually was very little troubled by-the pads while I'd been striking from grass tops at runs the whole period. I do possess a VJ pad at home and this season I did use it some. Anyway I was striking some lovely metal pictures, only puring the ball which always seems good with-the solid Mizuno irons. As I stated the water and the wind had just started as I entered the area to select. The water was coming sideways, abruptly before I realized it and roof o-r no roof it was working me. Therefore I really couldn't see It had been directly and painful in-the face-to trunk. Additionally as the tee boxes are said to be hot it absolutely was obvious they hadn't made heat on today. Anyway my basketball striking went directly into the container. I couldn't see and I was sweating and cold at-the sam-e time while getting soaked in the water. I'd gone from feeling good and happy that I'd determined to create my way down there to feeling unhappy in the problem of the large container! So I did several chores, got home and chose to head for the pad in-the cellar for what's become the initial of what's often two daily periods of chipping and putting. I used to be terrible. Worst placing since I have set finished up. I'll often move a whole program of 150 putts approximately without doing something similar to grounding the club within my swing. Today I should have done that the dozen times at-least. Continued to chipping working that every thing can't fail all at one time. Wrong jnug, wrong. I was grounding the club within my placing exercises I constantly seated the wedge behind the ball much. I experienced a drop of concentration and focus to-day. I never got it back once I began experiencing the water and it only continued through my chipping and putting. I was just com-pletely disassociated with I was feeling sorry for myself for having what began as a very great basketball impressive program with my irons just break apart on me what I was doing mainly. Broadly speaking I'll not permit myself to wallow in self pity but to-day I only couldn't take out-of it and I not only wallowed in self pity, I perished in it. Anyway I'm likely to put myself a very large cognac and pull that down. I'll probably awaken with the cat sitting on my mind and your dog pulling at my foot to let him out. At-least I'll have cleaned this day out of my program and will be prepared to start fresh. Thanks Father T.