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How to Cure a Slice

I’d write a book but it’s just too simple. I had this epiphany on the range awhile back. Many golfers probably know this and it’s just too bleepin’ basic, but I think we all forget it from time to time.

Have problems with a slice or just pushing the ball to the right? Here’s the answer, and it’s yours for the low, low price of finding this post:

Let the golf club get to the ball.

Easier thought than done sometimes, I know, but it really is that simple. My problems began with my driver and progressed to my fairway woods. When I started blocking shots to the right with even my irons, I had to figure it out. I could probably have done a quick google or read a tip in a magazine or something, but I learn better from doing or figuring it out myself. It just seems to stick better that way.

I addressed the ball normally, then figured in order to push the ball right, the club face would have to be open at impact. I turned the club face that way at address without adjusting my grip or stance and thought “how did I get here?” The only way I could end up like that after having addressed the ball correctly was to turn my body towards my target. That was it. I was simply turning my hips too soon and not letting the club reach the ball. I implemented the swing thought “wait, wait, wait, release” (for tempo) and refused to turn too soon. Sure enough, no matter which golf club I used, the ball went straight. I could even start drawing the ball again. It was magical.

Of course there are other issues that can cause a slice but this was my problem. It’s easy to find out if it’s yours. Just try it.

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Annika v. Lorena: The Rematch

Also known as The Greater Sinaloa Open 2: Electric Boogaloo

Well, I took Lorennika Sorenchoa back to the local dogrun to give Annika a rematch. The course wasn’t too busy but we didn’t have it all to ourselves. I caught up to a family on the third hole and the little kids were adorable to watch. There was nowhere to go in front of them without having to speed things up (drop one competitor) and play through a bunch of groups. So we lolligagged and enjoyed the nice day. It was more humid and buggy out compared to Tuesday’s perfection and I sneezed more (lately I think I’m even allergic to my allergy pills) but it was still a great evening. The family ahead of me consisted of one dad and two boys, one of them quite small. Very cute. It was great to see him teaching his boys etiquette as they whacked the ball around. He’d not only coach them on their swings, but where to place their golf bags around the green to be positioned to leave for the next hole and how to navigate the putting surface. Nicely done, strange dad. This is exactly why we need courses like Sinaloa.

*Laker fans take note: The other people on the course should have been home watching the Laker game like they were on Tuesday. If you want someone to blame for last night’s loss – these are your scapegoats.*

Sinaloa hole 5Moving on… remember the hawk hole from Tuesday? Here it is. Friendliest pin position ever. The front bunker usually has a big, hairy mustache on the top. Sadly, it has been trimmed. The small squares are the ladies’ Tuesday ball positions and the big rectangle is where the hawk was standing. The circles are last night’s ball positions – Lorena in the front, Annika in the back. Ochoa made par, Sorenstam bogey’d.

As promised, I won’t run down each and every hole, so here are the results:

Lorena: 32 (5 pars, 3 bogeys, 1 double)

Annika: 34 (1 birdie, 2 pars, 4 bogeys, 2 doubles)

This time, Lorena played with the Lady Noodle and Annika used the Precept Lady. I didn’t notice a big difference in ball flight, but Annika wasn’t as consistent as Lorena so it’s kind of hard to be scientific. Once again, Annika drank a little more than Lorena though not as much as Tuesday night since she spilled one of the beers.

A couple guys caught up to me as I was waiting on the 8th tee and they played the last two holes with us. It sounds like they’ve been playing since they were kids but their techniques sure didn’t show it. Nice guys, but they teed up their golf balls so high you’d expect them to be using drivers with oversized heads rather than irons. They each played two balls off the tee and chose their better ball to play out the hole. I’m guessing their scores were in the high 40s to 50s. One guy told me I had a nice swing and that I “didn’t swing like a girl.” I thought to myself “yes I do, and maybe you should try it.”

Congratulations to Lorena for backing up her win. Had Annika taken this one, we probably would have needed a rubber match. Now we don’t have to spend Sunday night (the next – and perhaps last – Laker game) at Sinaloa and can instead enjoy Father’s Day and the US Open Final.

sinaloa hole 6

Just for fun, here’s a shot of the shortest (and purportedly easiest) hole on the course. There is the family playing in front of me on the green. The trick to this shot is all in the touch of the wedge.

Post Script

Oh yeah – why do I avoid Laker games? I know it’s cool to like basketball but I just don’t. Can’t stand it. Oh, maybe I’d get caught up in the excitement if I actually attended a live game but watching it on television is just irritating with all its obnoxious sounds. Squeaka-squeaka-squeak! Not to mention the noise emanating from a certain fan I know as he yells at the screen as though the players, coaches and refs can hear him. My loathing of basketball grows more irrational as the years go on. I get downright twitchy when it’s on a television near me. Much better to be on the golf course!

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Annika and Lorena Battle it out One-on-One

This past Tuesday, Annika and Lorena were the only ones on the golf course for this epic one-on-one duel. Stroke play format. Nine holes. One bag. Who would prevail?

annika sorenstam and lorena ochoaAnnika won the toss and teed off first, but honors changed hands several times as they battled back and forth. Both women used the same clubs – literally, not just club selections – and they took turns carrying the bag. It was only nine short par 3 holes but there was plenty of danger in the deep, unkempt bunkers that guarded most of the greens.

On the first hole, Annika pulled her Noodle (easy, now) a little but still ended up on the green leaving her about a 30 foot putt to the pin placement at the back. Lorena smoothed her pitching wedge and her Precept rolled up to about 8 feet. Annika nearly made her putt and tapped in for an easy par. Lorena’s putt lipped around the hole but she easily handled the remaining 3 feet to stay even.

A true Callaway chick, Annika didn’t appreciate “pulling the noodle” and she landed the next green with her sand wedge but it rolled just off to the left. Lorena watched the sloped green take that Noodle away and played her ball to the right of the pin. Alas, it landed just short of the green and stuck there. Annika popped open an Amstel Light to share as Lorena grabbed the bag and they moved on. Neither lady got up and down – two bogeys; still even.

Annika still had honors on the third tee, a true 140 yard hole with the pin in the middle and two bunkers guarding the front of green leaving only a small gap in the middle. Slightly against the wind, she drew a 7 iron just over the left bunker. Again, Lorena learned and played to the right but her ball released and rolled to the back of the green for her first tester putt. Annika had to chip back over the threatening bunker and landed it too far onto the green. She ended up having to make another short chip on and then two putted for a double bogey. Ouch. Lorena three putted. Double ouch but just a bogey. Lorena leads by one.

The fourth hole was about 145 to the back pin but without the serious bunkers. Again, Lorena plays to the right and ends up in the front fringe, but still at least 15 yards from the hole. And again, Annika draws her seven iron, this time ending up pin high but several yards off the green to the left. Lorena used her putter from the fringe and Annika chipped up. They both had ~9 foot putts from opposite sides of the hole. Annika made hers but Lorena burned the edge and bogeyed. Back to even.

Best hole of the day by FAR

The fifth hole is only 130 yards but is the #1 handicap hole. Behind the green are two bunkers and beyond those is just a tree covered hill. Long is no good. A large bunker guards the front with its big ol’ sneering, hairy mouth. We call it the mustache bunker hole. The course calls it “12th at Augusta.” Ha. Oh, and the green is quite shallow. Maybe 10 or 15 paces front to back. Left is OB. Right is the only real bailout. For some reason, I land this green more often than not and the hole doesn’t intimidate me at all. Oh, did I mention that I’m actually Lorena and Annika in this matchup? 😉 We pop another Amstel before teeing off.

Annika had honors back and selected her 8-iron for the task. Nice shot – again with the draw – but missed the green by a few inches on the left. And can you guess what Lorena does? That’s right – short and right. Right into the mustache bunker. But wait – what is that up on top of it? A bird of some sort? It looks enormous.

And this is where it gets really cool.

As “we” got closer, I realized it was a hawk sitting there just above the mustache lip on the fringe between the bunker and the green. And, directly where Lorena needed to play her shot. I figured it would fly away as I approached but it didn’t. I set down my bag beside the bunker and just stopped and stared for awhile and the majestic bird checked me out as well. Oh, how I wish I had my camera. After awhile, when it still didn’t leave (and I really didn’t want it to), I let Annika play her ball first even though Lorena was away. She could have putted, but she had been pretty sharp with the short chips plus I thought that might make him fly away so Lorena could play her bunker shot. Nope. So “Lorena” stepped into the bunker and to her ball, less than 10 feet from this giant bird. He stared at me and I wondered for a moment if he was going to peck my eyes out. I told him how beautiful he was and not to worry – “I’ll just play out to the left here.” Which I did, and the hawk still stayed. I wondered if he was injured. I raked up my mess and even that didn’t scare him off. I stood there staring at him for awhile longer until he finally and gently took flight, low and right in front of me, then gradually starting to soar away. Amazing. Lorena’s shot was nice, but her sacrifice for the hawk forced her to chip up and two putt for a double bogey. Annika made her par and took the lead by two strokes.

The next hole is cute. It’s listed as 87 yards from the back tees. Yes, there are actually a couple holes that have tee options and this, the shortest hole is one of them. The forward tees are at 68 yards but they’re also much closer to level with the hole than the backs, which you have to climb a few sets of stairs to reach. I estimate it’s about the same distance from the backs and the fronts because of the elevation difference but the backs are so much more fun! It’s a total feel shot, which evidently wasn’t factored into its distinction as the easiest hole on the course. I think it’s funny they handicap the holes (and name them) at all, but I adore the scrappy little practice course even if it is a local joke. Annika put her Noodle in the bunker and Lorena stuck her Precept with some nice backspin. Annika bogeyed but Lorena missed her birdie putt to tie it up. Oh, did I mention I was also the commentator? Annika leads by one.

Seven isn’t much of a challenge at 110 yards with little danger, but Lorena made it difficult for herself. She had honors and, of course, her tee shot went right but this time more so and it kicked over close to the tees on the next hole behind a couple trees but they were tiny enough she had a tricky but decent shot at the green, which she made and then proceeded to 3-putt for a double bogey. Annika’s tee shot plugged in the fringe then technically two-putted but used her putter three times to get the ball in the hole for a bogey. Annika leads by two with two holes to go and has honors back again. She pops open the final beer.

The 8th hole is another tricky one. Another 130 yarder with serious bunkers surrounding the green with just a few yards opening in the middle. Annika finds another bunker. Lorena sticks it tight. Annika makes a nice, delicate shot out of the deep bunker but can’t make the putt to save par. Lorena makes the birdie and ties it up. Annika tries to share the beer with Lorena, but Lorena declines.

The last hole is the longest one on the course at 165 yards to the middle pin. The longest club “we” brought was a 5-iron, but I figure if I play the draw shot Annika’s been using that should give us the distance. Lorena did her signature shot – short and just barely right – while Annika drew hers over the bunker and just left of the green. Neither got up and down – two bogeys. This thing’s going to a playoff.

The course attendant was hitting balls at the range by the parking lot so I loaded my bag in the car, grabbed my wedges and putter and asked him I could play another hole for a playoff.

I intentionally timed this “round” so that I’d show up about 5:45 PM, just as everyone else and their brothers were settling in to watch the Laker game, so the course was wide open. (Everyone but celebrities, of course. They took up all the seats at the Staples Center.) I was seriously the only one on the course almost the entire time. I could have played 10 balls if I could have kept track of the leaderboard. Naturally, the course worker granted my request.

It was a pretty pathetic ending on playoff hole #1. I think the beer went to Annika’s head. Her wedge sent her Noodle sailing over the green and beyond the back bunker. Lorena hit the middle of the green. Annika chipped on over the bunker, past the hole and past Lorena’s ball. She assumed Lorena would at most two-putt so she needed to make this 25-footer (almost the exact same putt she nearly made her first time on this hole). And here’s the really sad part: Both ladies 3-putted so Lorena walked away the winner with a bogey. Blech.

At least I’m consistent. Two 34’s on a par 27 course. My record there is 30, and the secret is staying out of the bunkers. I was happy with my scores for all the bunkers I was in. Normally, you’re lucky to get out in one from these beasts. Raking bunkers used to be absurd here. It feels like sand straight from the beach (and probably is) but they used to be so trodden they looked like a busy beach on a sunny holiday. We would play the “Sinaloa rule,” which means you get to lift, rake and place. We didn’t play that rule for this round and I got out in one every time. Much nicer now, indeed. They’re taking better care of the whole place, in fact. I never thought I’d write up a round at good ol’ Sinaloa, but there you have it. The silly little Simi Valley course is great for beginners and practicing one’s short game, but you’d never catch an actual pro playing there. You can always get on and even with all my shenanigans I still completed play in just over an hour. It does get busy and can get backed up but it’s two hours max. They’ve been watering the heck out of the place, too, which makes it prettier but where the greens used to be unpredictably bumpy, now they’re squishy and hold onto footprints. Oh well. Progress nonetheless. Plus, I hear the city has plans to overhaul the course, add 3 18-hole mini golf courses and a water park and maybe remove the driving range. We’ll see! And hey, it only costs $10 to play!

Speaking of cost effective golf, the Noodle Annika played with was indeed the same one I used for both rounds in Primm. Now that’s cost effective golf. I thought it was interesting that Annika’s shots mostly drew while Lorena’s Precepts were mostly short and just right. Could it be the ball? Perhaps I’ll have them trade balls and play a rematch during tonight’s Laker game. I promise not to bore you with the entire play-by-play if I do. (Did you actually make it through all of this? I really need to learn how to use that “more” tag, huh?)

Update: The rematch took place. Here are the results.

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When simply not losing is winning

It was a fabulous weekend at the Nevada/California state line. The golf took place on the California side at Primm Valley Golf Club and the gambling and a little sleep happened on the Nevada side at Terrible’s. The weather was the best we’ve ever had there – topped out in the low 90’s with very little wind. Beautiful!

The Golf

Well, we didn’t win anything here. My swing was in tact and thanks to the extra strokes I got for playing from the white tees with the men, I even netted three eagles per day by making par on some of the toughest holes on both the Lakes and the Desert courses. However, our team scores of 66 and 65 (131) were nowhere close to being in the money. In fact, the second day winners shot a net 50 (yes, 22 under!) which also propelled them to win the two-day prize.

primm lakes hole 10


lady noodle and eat golf tee

Little Victories

In past years, I have donated several golf balls to each of these courses. This year, I was pleased to finish the weekend as the proud owner of the golf ball and tee I used both days. By the way, the new Lady Noodle has been my favorite ball for awhile now.

Psst… hey Rich – that’s my last remaining Eat Golf tee. Guess I scattered the rest of them around courses across the country. Time to do the same for some Golf Chick tees, eh?

The Gambling

Here’s where the “not losing is winning” comes in. A couple fun nights at the Craps table allowed me to return home with more money than I took with me – yes, including the cost of the trip. The pit boss said I was the best shooter of the week. Wish that would have been true on the golf course as well. I almost expected to get upgraded to a winner’s suite. Alas, maybe some day.

Vito was quite happy to see us when we returned. Unfortunately, his anxiety manifested with some digestive problems (sorry, Mom!) as he probably thought he had moved on to another foster home. One day he’ll realize we will always come back for him! Huge thanks to Mom for taking such wonderful care of our boy.

Also – many thanks to all who sent in well wishes and inquiries about the outcome of the weekend. We had a blast!

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Sneaking in some golf behind my man’s back

I’m a little disturbed that I’m getting used to the fact that I can forget how to swing a golf club. But why shouldn’t I? Golf is difficult. Sometimes I forget how grapes taste and that doesn’t bother me, so why should this?

Today was the monthly tournament with my golf club. I had to skip it, which was difficult for me. It’s the first one I’ve missed since I joined the club when I first started playing golf. But I am dedicated to my new man and his needs come first. We’re still really struggling with his separation anxiety, but we’re making progress. He’s just not ready to be left alone long enough for a round of golf. First I missed Vegas while Greg went, now I’m missing golf while Greg is out playing with his men’s club. So much for Vito being “our” dog. Oh well… I just won’t tolerate any more complaining out of Greg when Vito brushes off Greg to seek my affection.

Vito in a ball

I’m a tiny, pouty bunny-rabbit.

Did I mention progress?

Oh yes… there’s progress on the golf front as well. A couple months ago I mentioned that I lost my swing. I have only played a few times since then and as for practice…well, playing is practicing. The few times I’ve been out there, I couldn’t stand my inconsistency, so I altered my game. I decided to use a half backswing with a full follow through. Kind of like a punch shot, which I can still control well, but breaking down the wrists with a full finish instead of holding on for a low punch. It’s actually pretty effective. I think my full swing is breaking down because I’m getting too casual with my left arm and when it gets floppy, it causes all kinds of troubles. So I lose some distance with a 1/2 to 3/4 backswing, but I just club up and everything works out better. My five iron has really been performing, and I even chose to use it off the tees on occasion no matter how long the hole was. With my lost distance, I hit it about 150. So I played “old man golf” on a couple longer holes and just hit 150-150-150=450 up the middle to the green and even two putted for par. And 5-iron, 5-iron, wedge for a 400 yard hole, playing for bogey. If the hole layouts beckoned it, they’d call that course management. Since my own ineptitude demanded it, I guess it’s game management.

What? Actual practice?

I’m going bananas with such a golf drought, so today I actually went to the practice range. I am ashamed at how long it has been since the last time I went. Anyway, no one had torn my number off my “lost swing” posters there, so I just filled a large bucket and headed out to an open spot.

It was roasting hot out so I guess if I had to miss a round of golf, it wasn’t a terrible day to do it. I didn’t feel uncomfortable in the blazing sun but I was definitely flushed after an hour of practice. I was hitting my irons well but still wasn’t making quite a complete backswing. My woods are still slicing more often than not, but at least I’m back to making solid contact every time. My pitching and chipping were the best, with pretty accurate distance control from 10-75 yards. Really short chips were often hitting the tiny spots I chose. It was feeling pretty good with the exception of the woods. I think I might try to play my next round with nothing but irons and hybrids and work on the rest when I can. And no, I didn’t practice any putting. The practice green was too far away and that’s not my main problem right now anyway so shut up. 😉

Nanny cams

I’m comfortable leaving Vito alone for one hour, so that’s what I spent at the range. (Maybe having Vito as my prison guard will actually help my game!) I leave a recorder on to find out what he gets up to while I’m away and the first few minutes are full of heartbreaking whines, howls and door scratching. He settles down after that, though. I’m thinking about setting up a webcam so I can watch him on my Blackberry but I don’t know how. I tried it with Skype but the call kept disengaging. Let me know if you have any ideas.

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Did anyone turn in a swing?

I don’t remember exactly when it all started going downhill for my golf game and I don’t remember where. All I know is, since October – I am ashamed to admit – I have only been playing golf about once a month at our club events. So naturally, my game keeps getting worse. I feel confusion as I stand over the golf ball and am unable to get comfortable. I used to be relatively confident that I would put the ball somewhere close to my target, even if it was a few yards off or ended up in a hazard. It didn’t really cross my mind that I might not hit a solid shot. That is no longer the case.

Lately it’s gotten so bad that I’ve lost all confidence. I never know what’s going to happen when I swing that golf club. Chunk, dribble, crazy duck hook… it’s so frustrating! I had more confidence when I was brand new to the game (and scored better on occasion).

So I’m looking for my lost swing. It’s not easy, because if golfers find a better golf swing out there, they’re not likely to turn it in at the pro shop after their round. I have to hope that it was found by a good golfer who would find my swing shabby in comparison and that he or she had the sense to turn it in so their original swing could take its rightful place.

On a promising note

I played golf twice this weekend and though the pro shops at Soule Park (Ojai, CA) and Glen Annie (Goleta, CA) didn’t have my swing in their lost and founds, I did find pieces of it out on the golf courses. I started striking the ball a little better and more importantly, my brain let go of its worrying and distracting swing thoughts on many occasions. The result was cleaner shots and returning to my usual club selections instead of “clubbing up” to compensate for my trepidation. My chipping (formerly my strength) and putting (with which I’m known to struggle on and off) were atrocious, so my scores were still remarkably high, but I didn’t care because I felt better about my swing. That’s my key focus right now, and I don’t think getting my short game back will be as difficult. At least not as worrisome.

Instruction

Yes, I know I said I was going to seek professional help. I haven’t yet, but it’s still in my plans. In addition to a time crunch, there has also been a vicious circle going with my frequency of play: I need to play more to improve, but I’m not motivated to make the time because I got so frustrated out there. Now that I have a semblance of hope (if not quite confidence), and the spring weather is making me twitchy to get out there anyway, I hope to start turning things around. And there are a few more golf courses to check where I might have left my swing.

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Getting along with pigs

I’m still the only woman on my golf club. As I think I’ve mentioned before, there are some dissenters but they seem to have been quieted. Over the last couple years, I guess I’ve gained the respect of most.

There’s one guy who was always the most annoying, the most vocal (and loud, at that) and verbally offensive. I get along with him well now. I still won’t play in his foursome or want to be in front of or behind his foursome because I’m not good enough to not let his antics distract my game. But after our tournaments, we get along just fine. I guess we’ve reached an understanding of sorts.

gary the pig

How do I get along with this pig?

First of all, I think he’s not as piggy underneath as all his bluster and BS on the outside seem to show. Second, I think he knows I understand that. Third, we’ve had enough run-ins that I think he sees where I’m coming from as well. Now when he gets out of line around me, I dress him down and he accepts it. Plus, he no longer adds fuel to my fire by showing how much that excites him. It seems to work.

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Who’s sandbagging?

Oh boy… my handicap index is headed in the WRONG direction. Yes, I actually like when it goes down, despite the title of this post. See, I want to actually be a better golfer, not win by pretending to be worse than I am.

no sandbaggingThis hasn’t been a good year for either. Improvement? Ha. Winning? Double ha. We have our annual club awards banquet on Saturday after the Turkey Shoot and not a scrap will be added to my trophy wall. And my handicap went from 15.8 in January to a low of 14.5 in July and now it’s up to a 16.7. Blech.

When I first started playing – lo those long three years ago – everything was daffodils and Ding-Dongs. Starting from nothing, I had nowhere to go but up. Aside from feel, I used my handicap index to gauge my progress and it simply couldn’t keep up with my rate of improvement. I played several times a week and posted every score but by the time the next month rolled around and the index officially changed, I was already better.

So what happened this year? Nothing I shouldn’t have expected. I played far fewer rounds than previous years and practice was nearly non-existent. So much for intentions. Plus, I haven’t even touched my driver in months because I slice it so terribly (though it stays in my bag as a clubhead cover holder – love that Goose). That was all fine and good when I was consistently hitting my 3-wood 230 up the middle. Now I’ve lost confidence in that club as well. Fade, duck-hook, sky-ball. Argh. As Kevin Costner says (as Billy Chapel, not Roy “Tin Cup” McAvoy – sorry)…

Clear the mechanism

Even though we don’t really have an “off season” here in Southern California, I still play less in the – ahem – winter months. Come spring, I plan to be playing like crazy again. It will be interesting to see if this setback is a plateau and this is just the golfer I’m meant to be or if I can start improving once more. I think I’m better than this because I know I’ve got plenty of shots and putts I’ve left in the bag. And no, it’s not a sandbag. That’s the thing about those dirty rotten sandbaggers – they win.

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How to hit a fried egg bunker shot

You know the feeling – you hit what you think is a great shot to the green only to watch it come down short in the bunker. As you approach the green and see your golf ball, your entire foursome groans at the sight. They feel your pain. The “fried egg” lie awaits.

Recently (within the month), I read an article on how to hit this shot. With all the golf reading I do, I was surprised I’d never come across this information before. It seemed like an unusual solution, which is probably why the words stuck in my head. I wish I could remember where I read it so I could credit the author/instructor. I searched my latest golf magazines and couldn’t find it so I figure I must have seen it online. I searched online and found TONS of articles on the subject and even some videos. Many of them gave the same tips I read but some gave opposing information.

The situation

Fried egg in a bunkerOn Saturday, I found myself facing this dreaded shot on the 18th hole. My third shot on this par-5 ended up in the greenside bunker in a classic fried-egg position. Its image could be used for the dictionary listing of a fried-egg lie. A real thing of beauty – only it was my shot. In fact, I wish I would have taken a picture of it because I can’t find a good one online to use as an example here. Some images show a crater around the ball but I think of a fried egg as just seeing the top and sides of the ball, with a very small crater around it with some rippled sand a couple inches around it like the white of the egg. Not buried, not completely plugged but there is sand surrounding it.

I remembered the article I read and even though I had never attempted what the article taught, I figured I had a better chance of getting out that way than by using any of my failed methods. After all, most of what I know about how to play golf I learned by reading.

The execution

I used my sand wedge (55 degree loft) and I picked the spot on the green where I wanted the ball to land. Optimistic, I know, but your odds for hitting a target are better if you know where that target is.

I positioned the ball back in my stance and dug my feet in a bit and balanced my weight toward my front foot.

I closed the club face a little. This is the part of the instruction that surprised me, though more seasoned golfers seem to already know this.

I steadied my lower body and brought my club slowly up and down towards the ball (without actually swinging or touching the sand) a couple times until I felt comfortable that my spine angle was correct. This is my normal method for any bunker shot.

I took a little more than a half back swing and came down steeply on the ball, hitting about an inch behind it with a strong swing. My follow through was abbreviated because of the steep angle and the sand stopping my club momentarily.

The ball popped up and out of the bunker, actually hit near my selected target (rather softly!) and ended up about 8 feet from the cup.

Sweet! I wonder if it was a fluke or if I can continue to make this work for me. I don’t get a lot of fried egg lies (and rarely practice in bunkers) so it could be awhile before I get to test it again. But for now, I’m a believer. It was all sunny-side up… until I missed the putt.

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Random Resolution

Golf more, rant less.

Every day starts a new year.

This might be a difficult one (the resolution, not the year). Bear with me.

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