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Tl;dr - Terrible golfer (me) gets paired up with a plus handicap. Awe ensues.
So, usually I play with the same group of guys, and we're all amateurs (read: terrible) at golf. At 17ish handicap, I'm one of the stronger players in the group. I don't play with other people often.
Today we had a freak 58 degree day in the Midwest, so a friend and I snuck out of the office for 18 and got paired up with a couple of other dudes, one of whom was a golf instructor and a teacher (of golf and High School math.)
Holy. Shit.
I am not even playing the same game as guys like this. Watching him absolutely destroy tee shots for 290-300 yards and then dropping wedge shots on the green inside 6 feet was absolutely insane. I mean, Jesus Christ. It was just silly. Dude is out here striping his two iron farther than I hit my driver, hitting amazing recovery shots, and hitting every putt to within tap in range regardless of where he is on the green. (If not holing it outright.)
And to top it off, he was such a cool dude. He never once tried to give me and my friend advice, or act high and mighty about it, or be condescending or anything. He was always like 'nice ball, dude', 'good swing' etc. when we hit good shots, and was awesome all day. His friend who was definitely a 10ish handicap was the same way.
It simultaneously motivated me to want to be better, while at the same time questioning what the hell I was even doing trying to play golf.
There is no point to this story, really. Just that watching somebody who is good, like really good, at golf is just a sight to behold. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to play a round with a legit professional.
He finished at 6 under, including birdies on 4 of the last 5 holes.
Edit: Thank you all for sharing similar stories! Tons of fun reading through them all. It's crazy the skill differences in this game.
I've noticed that a lot of times when someone posts a video of their swing, and they have a relatively low handicap, i.e. anything under a 10 or so, there are almost always some comments suggesting the person's swing isn't good enough to have a handicap that low.
There are certainly people out there with vanity handicaps, but you really don't need to have a particularly good swing to become a single-digit handicap. You don't need to hit the ball particularly far - 230 off the tee is more than enough. You primarily just need enough consistency to be able to keep the ball in play and avoid hazards / penalty strokes, and not waste shots duffing the ball. This sets you up to have a reasonable chance to get on the green in regulation on just about every hole. If you're able to get on the green in regulation just 1/3 of the time, and you are able to get up and down 1/3 of the times you miss the green, you're going to end up with a single digit handicap, unless you're a really bad putter.
my playgroup averages around 5-7 power level. One of my other friendsβ playgroup plays around in CEDH level. Weβre all friends though, and we enjoy the opportunity to mix our groups on occasion, and we just treat it as a given that thereβs a big power mismatch, so nobodyβs getting salty or anything, but i was wondering if anyone knows how to give a player handicap, just so everyone feels a little more in rhythm with each other
Like many people, I took up golf in mid-June having not played for several years, due to COVID. I quickly got addicted and promised myself I would be a scratch golfer within a year. I ordered PlaneMate at the suggestion of several members of the /r/golf Discord, and began training 3-5 hours a day with it, and took 7 in-person lessons and 5 online lessons.
Since then, I have managed to play over 100 rounds of golf with a PB of 78, and I'm only starting to ramp up as we head into 2021.
Here is some of the progress I've made with my swing in the past 6 months.
Thanks to this awesome community for keeping it scoobie af 24/7
Here I was, thinking that I'd ran out of entitled people stories that don't involve my mother, but I'm back with yet another one. This happened a few days ago. I'm recovering from abdominal surgery 12 days prior to when this happened.
I was finally feeling up for shopping and there were things I needed from the hardware store. I'm a 30yo disabled female in a wheelchair (incomplete quadriplegic) and I don't have a car so I got a taxi there (one with a ramp on the back so I don't have to get out of my wheelchair).
Mr. Taxi Man (who we'll call Bruce) dropped me off and I went in to do my thing. Nothing out of the ordinary. When I finished my shopping I called to get the taxi back. It would be a 15 minute wait but it was such a nice day that I didn't mind waiting outside.
As I was waiting I noticed that someone was parked in the disabled parking space but there was no disabled tags on the windscreen. Annoying but I honestly didn't care at that point. I just wanted to get home. About 10 minutes later I saw a middle aged woman walk out of the store and went straight to that car. She opened the boot, put her shopping in and went around to the driver side. But instead of getting in, though, she got out a cigarette and started looking at her phone.
A few minutes after that I saw my taxi arrive. Bruce, being the polite and patient man he is, waited for the woman to drive out of the car space. Karen knew he was waiting for her and she was damn sure she was parking illegally in the disabled parking space, but do you think she cared? She finished her cigarette and got into her car.
We waited. And waited. Then waited some more. Until Bruce got rightly fed up and parked the taxi directly behind Karen's car, blocking her in. This is when things got interesting. Karen began to honk her horn repetitively for a few seconds, before she got out of her car.
KAREN: "What the bloody heck do ya think ya doin? Ya blocked me in!"
BRUCE: (in a mocking apologetic tone) "I'm very sorry ma'am, but I needed the car space. And you seemed to want to stay there. Just thought I'd do you a favor. Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to do."
Brice gestured in my direction as I gave Karen a big smile. I hate confrontation so I appreciated Bruce doing it for me. Bruce got into the car and fastened me and my wheelchair into place, all the while with Karen yelling profanities and threatening to call the police. If it were any other day, I would have been happy to call the poli
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My husband (32) has a handicap liscense plate due to being a disabled vet. It's not obvious to strangers but his arms, right leg and shoulders are severely fucked. When we go shopping I tell him to park in the handicap spot, 1 because he has the decal and 2 if he has to carry anything it's just easier on him to be closer to the store. He doesn't always like to park in the spots because he gets looks when people see that he looks like a normal healthy man.
This past weekend we went to the store and parked in one of the spots, there were multiple open handicap spots in the lot. We get out of the truck and this woman takes it upon herself to try and correct my husbands parking. She said the spot is for disabled people, he says yes ma'am I know. She then asks why he is parked there when he is clearly not disabled. I am much more confrontational than my husband and stepped in. I pointed to the plate and told her we're legally allowed to park here. She again says we're not disabled and I kinda lost it.
I told her it's not her business but my husband is disabled and he has bad shoulders and a bum leg, hence the reason he has the plate and why we are utilizing the spot. She says some more crap about he's not visably disabled the spots are for older people not young "kids". I straight up tell her to go fuck herself and quit harassing my husband and we start to walk to the store. She kept yelling at us until we were in the store. My husband says I should have just ignored her and dropped it but this isn't the first time someone took it upon themselves to mention how he doesn't seem disabled and I know it makes him feel bad about needing the plate.
For the record she was already parked/ didn't need the spot, she just wanted to stir the pot with strangers.
Backstory: I (33f) have a handicap placard due to a serious heart condition and problems with my joints. I have a permanent brace on one of ankles that I can't walk without. I also currently have the patella of one of my knees displaced, just waiting for a surgery date to fix it. However, to the naked eye, I don't really look disabled.
Anyway, I had to go to Walmart to pick up a prescription for my mom. I parked in a handicap spot because I knew I would barely be able to walk after standing in line to pick it up and walking through the store. I got back to my car, got set up and shifted into reverse. As I was starting to back up, an older woman in one of the motorized scooters parked it directly behind me. Then got up and started loading her car. The basket on the scooter and the cart her son (I'm assuming, late teenager) had were both really full. I gave them a minute thinking they would unload the scooter and move it. When they didn't do that, I asked them if they could please move the scooter for a minute so I could pull out. The woman told me that no she wouldn't move it. She had seen me walk out of the store and I obviously wasn't disabled and didn't need the spot. I should have left the spot for people like her who "really need it." She then proceeded to rant at me because I was obviously using someone else's placard just to be lazy.
This woman kept me blocked in for almost 10 minutes. I was getting ready to go in and ask for an associate to help me when she finally moved. I was trying to not have to walk back on, because that would have really increased the amount of pain I was in. It didn't seem like an important enough thing to call the police about. I didn't want to ask her again after her rant because there have been several times in our area lately where people pulled guns on others they got annoyed with. It didn't seem worth the risk. When they finally finished unloading, an associate came out took the scooter while the teenager took the cart back. I shifted into reverse again and was backing up and he just walked directly behind my car, so close I was surprised I didn't hit him. He then just walked up to the passenger door and opened it, almost hitting my car. It's not a really exciting story, but I just can't get over the entitlement this woman has. I am 100% sure she thinks she did something important or was trying to teach me a lesson.
Out of curiosity if you were magically locked at your current skill level handicap would you continue to play golf?
For me, it would be a hard no. I think my main addiction to the game is it allows me to compete even though it is normally against myself. I find it interesting though because the same wouldn't hold true for other sports. If you told me that my basketball game would never get any better (Realistically it will probably only get worse) I would still continue to play the game, but with golf, I think I would lose all interest.
Unless you have a handicap plate or placard.
Some of us are actually handicapped, and they need those spaces.
So if this has been something you've done in the past, no judgement, but let's not do it going forward. Be safe out there.
This has been brewing for a while, but the response to "The Match III" really set if off.
1,000 variations of this comment:
>"There's NO WAY Steph Curry is a +1, he's at least a -5. I'd whoop his ass if we played, blah, blah blah"
First off, I have a sneaking suspicion that 95% of the Handicap Police, don't even keep an official handicap. If you do keep one, it's quite easy to understand how a +1 can shoot an 83.
I know this has been said a ton here, but especially with the new handicap revision, your HCP represents the best you are likely to shoot, not your average.
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Why YSK: lots of people are judgmental about people using handicap parking spaces when they can βwalk just fine.β Aside from ambulatory difficulties, many conditions qualify a person for a handicap placard, including but not limited to: chronic pain, heart disease, lung disease, hearing problems or deafness. There are more conditions that qualify and they vary by state.
If they have a genuine placard, please do not judge.
Hands down, Fallen Souls is THE most difficult Trial of God. My previous attempts with Saurus+energy cycle team could only reach 32, 33 handicap lvl. The recommended 36 strategy focused on Ainz, whom I have not obtained yet. So I decided to try another strategy that was suggested in the AFK WeChat group, and IT WORKED! It's cheaper to build and may take less retries (depending on RNG of course). Now let's get right into it~
This strategy is built on sustain and perma-control, so anti-healing, cc immunity at low health and celepogean stun are the 3 handicaps left unselected.
Core members of the team are: Saurus (healing, SI+30 required), Ferael (cc, SI+20 required), Tidus (cc, executioner, SI+20 recommended), Rumisu (totems for healing, cc, tank), Twins (cleansing at the beginning of battle, he is going to cast all 3 precious ultimates).
Edit: Please manually cast the ults if you want to try this comp, since we can only cast 3 ults due to the debuff.
Rowan is used instead of Ferael for the first battle in order to help Twins ult earlier. He can also be used for the first few battles, until Ferael's cc becomes crucial (to stop Orthos and others casting their ult). Thunder relic works the best with this perma-cc comp. Rumisu works at even E+, so this is perhaps the cheapest lineup to get 36 score!
Good luck guys~ May the Goddess of RNG be with you, and you can get all the poe coins with very few retries~
To kill Orthos early is the key to victory
A bit serious but here goes.
This is selfish at its core. I do not believe I could or would love a child who had a cleft lip, issues with its hands and feet, cerebral palsy, autism on any spectrum, bipolar or other mood disorders, or any other physical or mental abnormality out of its control. For one, I have a family member who has bipolar and coupled with alcoholism and a shitty past, it's not a good mix a lot of the time. The strain this has caused on my immediate family has been incalculable. There's no getting that mental stress back or making anything go away.
I see these ads all the time to help kids with all these physical abnormalities that need help through certain foundations and seeing pictures of one of those kids just makes me sad. Like, you think I would be happy because they're smiling but they don't really get exposure to the outside world. They're cushioned by nice doctors, loving parents, and people trying to help them all the time. And they deserve that, they deserve all the help necessary to have them be able to live a "normal" life. But they won't have that.
These kids usually need multiple surgeries before puberty, crazy meds, physical therapy, they may not go through walking, talking, potty training, and doing other things "on schedule" with other kids, see a doctor or multiple doctors 3+ times a month for whatever condition/issue they have. The kid(s) could have learning delays or whatever other things that add excessive strain on top of already having a kid that costs extra money and time away from family, your partner, your friends, and having a semi-normal postpartum life.
And for that, because I am not willing to deal with the possibility of anything like that, I should not have a child. I should not be a parent for that alone. I wholeheartedly believe I would give the child up for adoption and basically, my mindset would be "Let someone else deal with it,' which is unfair to the child. (Side note: If these things were detected in ultrasound, I would have an abortion. If they're not... well, I'm pretty much SOL.)
What are your guys' thoughts on this sort of thing?
Doesn't it make sense to use the clubs packed with technology that makes them easiest to hit, regardless of skill level? A pro or good player using and SGI set of irons should theoretically never hit a bad shot.
Here I was, thinking that I'd ran out of entitled people stories that don't involve my mother, but I'm back with yet another one. This happened a few days ago. I'm recovering from abdominal surgery 12 days prior to when this happened.
I was finally feeling up for shopping and there were things I needed from the hardware store. I'm a 30yo disabled female in a wheelchair (incomplete quadriplegic) and I don't have a car so I got a taxi there (one with a ramp on the back so I don't have to get out of my wheelchair).
Mr. Taxi Man (who we'll call Bruce) dropped me off and I went in to do my thing. Nothing out of the ordinary. When I finished my shopping I called to get the taxi back. It would be a 15 minute wait but it was such a nice day that I didn't mind waiting outside.
As I was waiting I noticed that someone was parked in the disabled parking space but there was no disabled tags on the windscreen. Annoying but I honestly didn't care at that point. I just wanted to get home. About 10 minutes later I saw a middle aged woman walk out of the store and went straight to that car. She opened the boot, put her shopping in and went around to the driver side. But instead of getting in, though, she got out a cigarette and started looking at her phone.
A few minutes after that I saw my taxi arrive. Bruce, being the polite and patient man he is, waited for the woman to drive out of the car space. Karen knew he was waiting for her and she was damn sure she was parking illegally in the disabled parking space, but do you think she cared? She finished her cigarette and got into her car.
We waited. And waited. Then waited some more. Until Bruce got rightly fed up and parked the taxi directly behind Karen's car, blocking her in. This is when things got interesting. Karen began to honk her horn repetitively for a few seconds, before she got out of her car.
KAREN: "What the bloody heck do ya think ya doin? Ya blocked me in!"
BRUCE: (in a mocking apologetic tone) "I'm very sorry ma'am, but I needed the car space. And you seemed to want to stay there. Just thought I'd do you a favor. Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to do."
Brice gestured in my direction as I gave Karen a big smile. I hate confrontation so I appreciated Bruce doing it for me. Bruce got into the car and fastened me and my wheelchair into place, all the while with Karen yelling profanities and threatening to call the police. If it were any other day, I would have been happy to call the polic
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