Wednesday, January 28, 2015

(Golf) Ball is Life.

Yesterday, the northeastern United States was supposed to get hit by one of the worst blizzards of all time. There was supposed to be snowdrifts eight feet tall (I don't really know if that's true, but I'm too lazy to fact check and #Snowmageddon was a thing) and yetis roaming the street (again, #Snowmageddon). Needless to say, out of deference to the local yeti population, who apparently don't get out much, UMass Amherst kindly decided to close campus for the day. 

Now, there are a lot of things you might associate with a snow day. If you're a child it might be building snowmen and having snowball fights, or if you're from Alaska, it might be crippling seasonal depression. Regardless of who you are or where you're from, golf is usually not something you would associate with a snow day. Not the case in our apartment. No, in A309, the golf season never ends. For us, the Golf Channel has become constant ambient noise in our living room the way SportsCenter has in living rooms across America. 

Over the last few days, however, we've taken it up a notch. We've transcended the Golf Channel. It started as a bet between my roommate and I while we were sitting around one night watching a Knicks game. I don't know if you've ever had to watch a Knicks game, but its pretty rough going for pretty much the whole game, especially when you're a Knicks fan like my roommate. So, I bet my roommate that I could chip a ping pong ball into the empty trashcan that's sitting in the corner of our living room before he could. Using the spare set of clubs that belong to a mutual friend and that live in our apartment for some reason, we traded shots back and forth until one of us made it. From there, it snowballed, and pretty soon we were hitting chips, pitches, and puts from every conceivable angle and in every direction our apartment would allow. 

At one point, I was using a seven iron to hit a low fade down a fifteen yard hallway, which is no more than four and a half feet wide, into a moderately-sized cardboard box. Some people might call that an addiction, which it is, but golf is my crack and some days I need that fix. Ultimately, the golf season never ends, it just slows down for a bit while we let winter play through.

Keep your head down. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Is the IOC OB?

In October of 2009, the International Golf Federation lobbied to have golf added to the 2016 and 2020 Olympic Summer Games. With visions of players winning Olympic glory for their home nations, the International Olympic Committee agreed and voted to add golf to the Summer Games for the first time since 1904. In 2016, competitors will face off on a Gil Hanse-designed course in Rio and I couldn't be more excited.

Excited, that is, until I found out the format of the competition. Two fields of sixty competitors, male and female, will compete for the gold, silver, and bronze medals in two seventy-two hole stroke play tournaments. In other words, it'll be exactly the same as all of the other tournaments you've probably seen on television, except it'll be on at weird times and I'm almost certain I'll miss it. See, the problem here isn't necessarily about the format of the competition, its a perfectly fine way to determine the top three players at the competition. The problem I have with it is that it feels as though the IOC and, to some extent, the IGF missed a huge opportunity.

The Olympics are kind of magic in a way. They have a way of getting people to care about sports that they didn't even know existed. For example, I know nothing about curling. Like actually, ask me a question about curling, I don't know the answer. But I do know that the Norwegians are my favorite.

BOOM. Bloodbath on ice. Don't even bother showing up.
What I'm trying to say is that, if the IGF want to get more people excited about golf, they should make the Olympic golf competition as intense as possible. The best way to do this? Probably not churning out the same product that's already available every other week of the year. This is not to mention the fact that tour pros will have to decide whether or not they even want to go, as the Olympics will fall right in the fat part of the PGA Tour season. So what is the Olympic golf lacking that it so desperately needs?

This.
The Olympic golf needs a taste of Ryder Cup intensity. Every two years, the United States and Europe face off for a matchplay-style event to determine who holds the Ryder Cup trophy, and every time the two teams meet, the golf is fantastic. The IOC had a real opportunity here to not only showcase some of the best golfers in the world, but also some of the young talents that are up and coming in the world of golf. This could have easily become the World Cup of golf. Imagine a matchplay style tournament between eight teams of ten players, ranked through qualifiers. It would finally put the nations relegated to the President's Cup, golf's second-tier international competition, into direct competition with European teams. The IOC could even require that five players on each team be amateurs or under the age of 25 in order to promote the future of golf.

To be fair, competitions like this do exist, but they deserve a grander stage. The ISPS Handa World Cup of Golf doesn't exactly have the same ring as The 2016 Olympic Summer Games, does it? In fact it's so bland, it's logo could double as a corporate logo for vanilla ice cream. It looks like the designer did one draft and was just like "yeah, that's probably fine," and never came back to it.



I don't mean to hate on the ISPS Handa either, I'm sure its a fine display of international golf that I would enjoy immensely, if it weren't on at three in the morning. It just seems like the Olympic Committee and the IGF had a great opportunity to expand the global reach of the sport, but decided to do what was safe and easy by simply following the formula that they've been employing since the last time golf was in the olympics...110 years ago.

Keep your head down. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

It Sure Beats Working.

Golf is a funny game. There is nothing in this world that compares to the feeling of a pure iron shot or a fairway-splitting drive, on the other hand, it may be impossible to be as frustrated as you are when you skull a ball and it dribbles three yards short of the ladies' tee. It's a game that will put you on the top of the world one minute and bring you crashing through the floor the next. Being good at golf is not a question of having a perfect swing, although it does help, but a question of having the proper mindset.

I went down to Miami recently to help my grandmother move into a new apartment. Admittedly, this makes me sound like a much better grandson than I actually am. In reality, it was about five degrees at home in Massachusetts and my payment for helping out with the move was all-you-can-play golf at the local nine hole track in Coral Gables, so its not as though I needed to be asked twice.

Now, as the title of this blog suggests, I'm not a great golfer, and this trip was no different. In fact, during one round, I stopped keeping score after the first hole because I figured it would probably be better for my health. I would say, on average, I spent more time on neighboring fairways than on the fairways I was supposed to be playing. During that two-hour session of mishits and poor putting, I didn't hit a single shot that I was proud of.

As any golfer will tell you, there's nothing more demoralizing than a round that's bad from the first tee to the last green. That day was no different, and by the fifth hole, I'd already made my decision to go round again, so I immediately went into the clubhouse upon finishing to pay for my emergency nine. However, when I told the proshop worker about my round, he said not to worry about paying and to just go tee off. Now, it wasn't a particularly busy day and he may have just recognized me from earlier, but some part of me thinks that he knew I needed the extra nine to keep me from quitting golf (again). So I thanked him and off I went.

I won't sit here and tell you I went off and beat the course record on that nine, but I did take a minute to rest and regroup before I teed off, and it made a world of difference. I probably only shot about eight or nine over par, which is an average round for me, but playing like that and even sinking a three-foot birdie putt after the nine-hole debacle I'd played that morning did me a world of good.

My problem, if you want to call it that, is that every time I tee up the ball, I expect to hit it straight. I don't know why, because if past experiences have taught me anything, the ball is going to take a hard right turn about halfway down the fairway. I think I watch more golf on TV than is good for me, which might be why every time I look down a fairway or stand over an approach shot, like an alzheimer's patient, I think, "yeah, I can play a thirty yard cut around these trees."

My point here is this, during that second round, I played better because I wasn't thinking about the bad shots I'd hit that morning. I focused on the shot I was playing and the shots I'd hoped would come after. It does not pay to have a long memory in a game like golf. If you're not careful, bad shots tend to pile up, which leads to poor scoring. The method that I have found to work the best is not to think positively or negatively. The best method is not to think at all. If my swing feels good before I hit the ball, I hit the ball. I don't think about the million things that could go wrong with my swing, just feel the shot and hit the shot. No thoughts, just action.

Dr. Kapil Gupta recently wrote an article for GolfWRX that sums up this idea better than I ever could. It's a little dense, but an excellent read for anyone who overthinks and overanalyzes every shot. Remember, even a bad day on the golf course beats your best day at work.

Keep your head down.

Friday, January 16, 2015

No Fun Allowed

For an organization that presides over the top competitive level of a sport already in decline, the PGA Tour sure seems hellbent on sucking all of the fun out of the game. Particularly, and most notably, at the upcoming Waste Management Phoenix Open in Arizona. The annual tournament, held at TPC Scottsdale, is one of the most highly anticipated, non-major tournament on the PGA Tour schedule.

Why?

Because of this:



Watch a few minutes of that. Does that look like any golf tournament you've ever seen?

Each year, a stadium is erected around the entire 16th hole at TPC Scottsdale. Year in and year out, the 162-yard par-3 produces some of the best highlights of the season. The raucous crowd erupts as soon as a player tees off and it snowballs from there. With the possible exception of Ryder Cup crowds, no tournament produces more enthusiastic spectators or greater player interaction. So why is the PGA Tour intent on putting a lid on one of the only things that makes it more accessible to young fans?

First, they banned the caddy races. If you've never seen the caddy races, allow me to enlighten you. As soon as the players had played their tee shots, the caddies would take off in a race to the green. There wasn't really a reason for it, but it added to the spectacle of the 16th hole.

But, in 2013, the PGA Tour decided they would have no more of these shenanigans and promptly put an end to the caddy races. Citing concerns over the safety of the caddies (ridiculous), they banned caddies from racing from tee to green. In doing so, they put the kibosh on one of the most entertaining, non golf-related events ever to take place on a golf course.

Now, they've banned another 16th hole activity that fans have loved in the past. As has become tradition, players like Bubba Watson and Rickie Fowler have enjoyed interacting with fans by throwing goodies provided by sponsors like Oakley and Puma into the crowd as souvenirs. Once again citing concerns over fan safety, the PGA Tour has decided to put an end to it by prohibiting players from, "...throwing, kicking or otherwise propelling items into the crowd at the 16th hole," and the players are not happy about it.

(Photo Credit to Alex Miceli on Twitter)

Far be it from me to tell PGA Commissioner Tim Finchem how to do his job, I can't even get my driver to do it's job, but it seems like the PGA Tour is trying to curtail one of the best and only things they have to connect with casual golf fans. The stadium hole was built for precisely this reason. It's designed to get more fans closer to the hole and more involved with the game. Outside of real harm being done by a flying pair of sunglasses, I can't see any logical reason to ban this kind of thing, but maybe thats just me.

Keep your head down.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Day One


I don’t really have anything planned out to write today, not that it matters, since no one will read it, so I’m just going to start writing and hope that, by the time I’ve typed about five hundred words, I’ll have produced something with some kind of structure. See what I did there? I wrote the words “five hundred” instead of using the numerical representation of the number. I just snuck two more words into this entry and you didn’t even notice. Old hockey trick. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up. 

So I went to the driving range this morning, which was nice. It was about twenty degrees and snowing when I got there, which wasn't. In my defense though, this is New England, and my terrible short game isn't going to fix itself. For that matter, no part of my golf game is going to fix itself, and it's my responsibility to keep it from getting any worse, so twenty degree range days it is. 

The good thing about days like today is that, when I get there early, I get the range basically to myself, which gives me a solid twenty or thirty minutes before the range hardos show up. Range hardos are just the worst kind of people. Ever had someone walk up to you and tell you everything you're doing wrong in your golf swing? Range hardo. You know the guy who chews up half of the grass section because he's taking mile-long divots on every shot? Range hardo. Now, it's one thing if the guys are good golfers. I'll begrudgingly respect someone who can routinely drive a ball three hundred yards down the middle or can get up and down out of any lie, I'll admit to that. The worst of the worst are the guys who walk around like they're the cock of the walk, but can't hit the ball past the hundred yard marker because their swing looks more like a coordinated spasm than any recognizable athletic maneuver.  And you know that guy is going to spend ten minutes watching your swing from two bays over and decides he has just the drill to straighten out the slice you're struggling with. 

Anyway, that's enough rambling for today. I'm gonna go see how many three-foot putts I can sink in a row before I ultimately quit golf. Again. 

Keep your head down.