The Art Of Fore — Life Lessons From The Golfing Gods
I stand over a putt and my eyes say “it’s left to right, a couple of inches outside of the the left edge, hit it there”
For the next minute I manage to convince myself otherwise, I’ll talk myself into believing the putt breaks the other way.
I hit the putt and it moves exactly where my eyes said it would.
Next time I’ll trust my eyes and billion $ brain won’t I?