Name it whatsoever, my chipping at hole 7 Matang last sunday was a beauty. Left just short of the green, I approached the ball with ordinary feeling. After two practice swings, I lofted the ball with my ever reliable CLEVELAND 51deg AW. The ball hit the green, rolled a few feet towards the pin and slowly disappeared into the cup. A birdie, a beauty and oh! what a feeling.
"Birdie" hardly comes and to birdie a hole as such makes you feel good about your game. Somehow my driving was a bit off that day. My ever-trusting HONMA is having its off day.
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