Foursomes final

Friday foursomes final with Rock Solid Adam.

Expectation: Tricky match, we’re giving shots to a couple of higher handicappers. You never know.

Physical state: Pathetic, as usual. Yet another cold coming on?

Mental state: Fuzzy.

Match preparation: At least two beers too many last night. Asprin. Porridge. 90 minutes on the range, if I get the Dysoning done.

Wish: That I hit a bunch of very good shots and that my old swing stays at home. That I don't leave it all to Adam, like I did last year. That we get called Bandits early in the round (always a good sign). That, it it has to be a cold, then it's a Man's one.

Swing thought: Rotate around the spine, impact zone. Try not to chip like a baboon (oops, that's a negative, delete that... damn, it's too late, already in my head now... do baboons chip, though?)