Here are two of the better swings we made on the range today. Good times.
I'm going to need a place to post a bunch of these, any suggestions? Google video maybe?
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12 years ago

I get the first-hole jitters all the time, but I've never had the eighteenth-hole jitters like this before. Parring the home hole at Radisson for a 79? Unfreaking believable. With the Post-Standard qualifier on Tuesday I feel like I'm playing with the house's money--even if I shoot a hundred it's still a career week.
I played in some Golf Channel Amateur Tour events last year and it went pretty well. Those events are handicapped though; they divide you into flights based on your ability. The Post-Standard Amateur is legit stroke play with no funny business. Last year's winner was a college golfer named Zach Vinal, and the year before that it was won by Jim Roy, who used to play on the freaking PGA Tour. Needless to say, the smart money is not on me.
Earlier this summer I read The Impact Zone by Bobby Clampett, and a book review is well overdue. I give this book three and a half stars with a cautionary asterisk. The stars are because it presents a genuinely new and insightful view of the golf swing and I thought it was great. The cautionary asterisk is because this book is for full-blown golf nerds only. If you've spent hours comparing and contrasting the swings of tour players on YouTube, you'll love this book. If you're a beginner, you may want to keep your distance from The Impact Zone.
My beloved winter golf sanctuary, The Golfer's Dome, has closed its doors forever. Apparently the dome was purchased by Wegmans, who will deflate it and replace it with a warehouse or perhaps some sort of Wegmans super store.
The PGA tour came to town this weekend for the first annual Turning Stone Resort Championship! I went for the day on Sunday and was downright inspired.
I played in my fourth and final Golf Channel Amateur Tour event last weekend at the Mill Creek Golf Club outside of Rochester. This was a combined event for the Buffalo, Rochester, and Syracuse tours. Forty-five players entered, which is a great improvement over the previous events I played in this year.
Last week was the final match of the season for the No Name Golf League. We played nine holes every Tuesday evening at Frear Park for 18 weeks straight. No rainouts! I missed the first week, but made every week after that, due largely to Frear Park's liberal make-up policy.
Photo credits: Foxfire web site, Golf Courses 365
Seven Oaks was a great place for the tournament. It is the golf course of Colgate University in Hamilton, New York, and was designed by Robert Trent Jones. It has hosted a NCAA Division I Championship and two New York State Men's Amateur Championships. The course is definitely challenging, but not so penal that folks were loosing balls all over the place. The greens were something else, definitely the fastest putting surfaces I've ever played on. I saw more than one two-footer turn into a twelve-footer coming back the other way.
He's looking pretty relaxed with the trophy, but earlier he was stressin'. Bob Verdi of Golf World nailed it when he said Cabrera could make coffee nervous. Here's Angel in the home stretch:
The US Open is put on by the USGA (as opposed to the PGA) and is known for its brutal setups. For the second year in a row, the winning score was five over par. If that doesn't mean anything to you, check out this picture of one of Oakmont's "church pew" bunkers. Those are golfers out there, not ants.
Photo credits: Simon Bruty/SI, J.D. Cuban, Fred Vuich/SI
I was happy to shoot an 89, although my card was rife with penalty strokes due to a few humdingers that I launched into trouble. The one piece of local knowledge that I was sorely lacking is the fact that there are no water fountains on the course. To make matters worse, the first nine holes take you away from the clubhouse, and then the back nine bring you back. In other words, after nine holes you are really far from anywhere to get a beverage. I ended up buying a bottle of water from some construction guys who where working across the street at a motel.