Today, early morning, third and final round of the Kiawah Championship. Was in a very good mood, in my quiet home, the birds are singing, ranked 30 in master tier (-10 & -7 on first and second round), and aiming for the top 10...
I bought a set of new balls, not too expensive but decent ones (Srixon-Z-Star l11), launch a practice, everything is ok, the game is smooth, the meter is slow, regular, I know this course like my pocket, my driver is a beast, my new irons are astonishing, I'm putting like a god, it's perfect! I will kill that thing.
5 minutes later, I'm on the second hole of the third round, I lost two of my three new balls on meter jumps, and I'm furious. Not because, pardon my french, I fucked up, but because the WGT meter fucked me for good. Finished the round at +1 (yes +1, a meter nightmare).
And this how, folks, WGT tried to spoil my birthday. Thankfully I ate lasagna. Have a nice day.