You know those days when the ball looks like a giant beach ball, slow and huge and un-missable? Those days when you split-step and watch the ball and follow through and just can’t stop hitting winners?
Today was not one of those days. I looked at my target and not the ball. I didn’t bend my knees. I ran through my shots or got set too soon.
Honestly, I couldn’t hit the side of a barn, as the saying goes.
So that raises two questions in my busy little brain: Continue reading “The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”