#181. Beaches, Black Bass, and the Buddha

Holden Beach photo by Diesel2004

The Hospice House miraculously released my brother after 25 days because he finally quit thowing up. He was the only patient I saw who left with a pulse.

Since he's feeling better for the time being, last Friday seemed a good time for an impromptu trip to Holden Beach, NC, where I stayed with the Mulhern clan, great friends from my Davidson College years. Luxury and laziness claimed the beach days.  The most strenuous activity was a deep-sea fishing trip on Sunday where we caught a couple of sharks, a few lizardfish, and a gazillion black bass too little to keep.  Maybe seven were big enough for dinner.

Didn't manage to get any golf in, though, so it's back to the practice range.  I'm housesitting for some friends in DeLand, FL, for two weeks, so I've been combing the golf course directory Golfnow.com, looking for cheap greens fees in the area.  Now if I can only coax my friend Rusty out on a course with me . . . .

Putting continues to give me fits, despite my new Dave Stockton set-up.  I had 37 putts in a round at Winter Pines last week, which is down from 40 the last time I played but still way too many.  Fortunately, now that I'm on the Stockton program, I don't care whether the putts go in or not, so it's all good. 

Not really. 

The best I can do at the moment is pretend that I don't care if the putt goes in or not.  Even pretending is a step in the right direction, I think, but I'm not yet a fully detached Buddha putter, and I'm not yet back in the zone of the Magic Triangle, which I still imaginatively draw as soon as I've set-up in Stockton fashion.  Back  to the practice green . . . .

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