The cartoon in my previous post aside, I have been fretting about my short game. Everything related to my golf game had been going along swimmingly for a couple of months, until about a week ago, when a couple of early warnings suggested that something was changing. First my trusty flop shot got a little unpredictable. Then my putts were all short. Some other small things began to get tangled and my scores began to creep up. But the real crisis occurred on Thursday at the
Newberry Country Club Sandlapper's Tournament.
