You skull it, you chunk it, or (most often) you hit what feels like a perfect chip… and it dies 10 feet short like it hit a brick wall. All because Bermuda grass is a lying, grabbing, grainy son of a gun.

You take a lesson, get a great new “feel,” hit it pure for a week or two… and then, poof. The old swing creeps back in, the ball starts going sideways again, and you’re left wondering, “What the hell happened?”

Accept where you are. Commit to getting better. Laugh when it goes sideways.

There’s a price of admission to the club of better golf. It’s not fancy clubs or expensive lessons.