So I play in a few local Mens Opens every year. I hover around a 5-6 handicap and although that's a fairly decent handicap I almost never play well and barely ever make the "cut" at these things where the top 16 play another 9 to determine a winner. I played in one on Saturday and a different one on Sunday. On Saturday I get a case of the hosel rockets and shoot 49/40 for the worst score I think I've shot in one of these in probably 10 years. Obviously, I'm feeling great about the tournament Sunday anyway. I wake up, feel like total garbage, my wife's sick, I don't even really want to go and leave her with our 6 month old while she's sick and I don't really care to play golf anyway. I can't really back out, though, because it's just not something I like to do to other people, especially the volunteers that do a lot of work to put these on and I do really like this particular tournament. I go down there, feel like my entire body is wrapped in saran wrap, my clubs feel like they weigh 50 pounds, my sinuses feel like they might explode at any point and somehow scrape it around to shoot 35 on the front. That's neat. I mean, all I really wanted to do was get 18 in and get the hell out of there because it'll be 10;30-11:00 before we get home if we stick around for the whole thing. I figure, hey, water finds it's level, let's shoot this 40-42, try and catch a flight and all will be normal. We have a two hour layover and by the times that's over I don't feel too bad. I proceed to hit to a foot for an eagle on the first hole, make 8 pars, and shoot 69. Now, not only did I make the cut, I'm in the final group and one off the lead. Again, another hour or so wait before we tee off so I head over the range and absolutely flush everything in a little warm up. Now I'm feeling pretty damn good and we're going to go out and try and win this damn thing. I proceed then to chloroform three consecutive tee shots, make a bogey and two doubles on the first three holes, luckily hit a tree to stay in bounds on the fourth hole and shoot 44 (not the worst!). The only saving grace is I hit 3 or 4 absolutely filthy shots that I think at least made the people watching this train wreck think "Oh, I mean it's in there somewhere so I don't think he cheated".