So here it sets, a ball, on the ground.  And as I stand strong and tall above my 1 inch predesessor I feel, or no, I KNOW that it is mine to get on the green which taunts me only from 170yds.  Club? For me, probably a 7 iron.  I reach in the bag, pull the X-18 Callaway and stand behind the small white ball. 

"Nice and easy,  soft grip, eyes on the ball, dont break your stance"...  All of it runs through my busy mind as I begin my back swing.  So far, it feels perfect.  Begin my downswing and I am 100% positive that this baby is goin to the green.  And then, with a fast swiping thud, I look to see the ball fly ( well roll ) a total of 40yds.

"Topped it again"!!  Da!? IT!!!   Well, why change my perfect 34 handicap now?? 

You see, I tend to eat sleep and live golf!!  Every day on the course would suit me just fine, but I have to accept an average of 2-3 outings per week.  (Some would die for that much time)   So I ask myself all the time... "why"?  Why the non improving handicap??  I know, I know... it takes time, lessons, practice, etc..  BUT I WANT IT YESTERDAY!!!! 

I shall lay down to rest my busy mind tonight and think of what to do different and what to practice the same.  Dosing off and dreaming of a better round... TOMORROW.