Nothing like a recurring slice to wreck a nice golf vacation. I was out playing golf on a trip I had taken up the coast with a friend and his high school age daughter, who is a regular golfer. I had never golfed with the two of them together before. I didn’t know what to expect.
It started off well. We were playing on a seaside course that was beautiful yet not totally unaffordable. My friend’s daughter was having a good front nine. But she started to slip after she made the turn. Finally, on the 17th hole, running right next to the ocean, she unleashed a wide slice, straight into the deep blue sea. That was it. She let loose a string of profanity, making me wonder for my friend where she had picked up language like that. He looked at me as if to say, “I don’t know, but I’ve heard it before.”
I wanted to say that she needed to use the Pause-N-Throw to correct that slice. But I bit my tongue. Needless to say, it was an awkward 18th hole.