Date Written: January 26, 2009
I spent the better part of three days crafting this week's column only to be un-done by a computer crash last night that wiped out my work. My loss, your gain, I suppose. I know this crash took place because all the clocks in the house were stuck flashing on 9:36. My in-house computer geisha, Miss Vicki, informs me for the umpteenth time that if I leave any files, "open" and there is a power interruption, that this might happen. She also reminds me that she has told me this many times. So?I don't have the recall nor the energy to try and re-create the damn thing. But the gist was about veteran Steve Stricker's "GIANT CHOKE" during the last round of The Hope. Not my little "choke" on my computer.
I actually did a bunch of research on the net during the tournament that any sports shrinks would have loved. It started out to be about how we all seem to get scared by having one good round and how difficult it is to follow-up with another good round, ala the eventual winner, Pat "Never Backoff" Perez. The column was really coming together, if I do say so myself. Now it's lost forever. Sob! I can only hope it's spinning somewhere in the cosmos (along with those random socks which keeps disappearing in the clothes dryer) and will magically reappear on my computer, begging to be published. But for now, you'll just have to imagine my sarcasm and advice about staying in the moment when you are about to hit a shot. It was also about being athletic, not telling ourselves bad internal stories, being worthy, dealing with success, etc. All the topics that sports psychologists love to advance.
As far as the pool itself, the best five of us could do this past week was pick D.J. Trahan who finished T-14.
Onward to the tournament (er "Frat Party") in Scottsdale. I count eleven of us who hope the Kentucky long-knocker, J.B. Holmes, repeats. The general public loves Lefty's chances.
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