Burger
I grilled some burgers tonight for dinner. They were yummy.
As a twist, I used some of yesterday’s Sambal (Chilly paste with Red Chillies, Shallots, White Wine Vinegar, Belacan (Fermented Shrimp Paste), Salt and Pepper) slathered over the bun, American cheese, some lettuce and margarine.
It was Yummy! Kinda reminded me of something I used to eat in my younger years…
Theory, Application, Proof
I had a miserable day at league tonight. As I implied before golf is a masochistic game, suitable for deviants and psychos, whose aim is not much more than imparting pain on ones psyche and self worth.
I shot a 38, 2 over par, I made every putt that mattered. From my last post you probably guessed why. I actually don’t watch the ball roll towards the hole, period. I only know if I made it by the sound of the plunk. I should be happy to shoot a great score, especially since its the first league night, but I’m honestly blah about it. No self patting of my back, no beaming smile, insincere thanks for “Great Game” shouts from my playing partners.
I’d drown my sorrow in alcohol, but I don’t really drink.
At least my theory of making more putts if I don’t watch the result is true. Now the question of the year is “Will I continue to use this practice?”.
What would you do?
Perform a task uncomfortably knowing that you will almost always be succesful, or going back to the old way, in which you will be happy but fail at least 50% of the time.
Funny Game : Golf
Golf is a funny game, I swing this piece of metal stick with an odd shaped chunk of metal at the end, as hard as I can and the ball goes a specific distance.
I swing it slower and it goes further. I know that this is true as my drives are usually farther than most people I play with.
Today, I applied this to my irons. The shots were more accurate and controlled.
The rub is that its NOT pleasurable. Its human nature to want to smack that silly little thing with every ounce of energy you have. Its a twisted game with no rhyme or reason.
To make things even weirder, I putt really well today too. The anti-pleasure event? I can’t look at the result of the stroke. I putt and listen to the ball drop in the cup (a lot) today. Everyone marvels at the beauty and smoothness of the stroke, the control of the distance, and the ability to keep my “head down”.
To sum it up: I played really well today. I achieved this by, controlled 80% swings, not watching the flight or roll of the ball, and resisting the urge to really whack it hard (most of the time). A completely miserable time… can’t wait for the next round…