When I was 11 years old, we took a family trip to Iowa to visit my mom's family. On that trip, my grandfather and dad took me to the local golf course as their caddy. The course we went to was the ugliest public golf course I've ever seen, with gopher holes everywhere and weeds and scrub land surrounding it.
Erin Hills reminds me a lot of that course. 17 weeks into the year and the weekly 18-hole SP tournament has been on that god-forsaken hellhole 5 times already. It's really killing my motivation to play.
So I figured today I'd just get it over with. 61 for me this week. Made all my putts under 10 feet but missed all 4 of my 30+ footers by inches except on #8 where I forgot to change my meter and 3-putted. I hate 3-putts almost as much as I hate Erin.