Disclaimer

TLDR: Don’t listen to me. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Let’s be clear before anyone gets the wrong idea and starts blaming me for their swing problems or spiritual decline.

I am not an authority on golf. I’m barely a functioning participant. Most rounds feel like a low‑budget psychological experiment where the subject — me — keeps failing the same test with admirable consistency. If you’re here expecting instruction, guidance, or any form of technical expertise, you’ve wandered into the wrong corner of the internet. There are professionals for that. They have certifications, training aids, and actual talent. I have none of those things. That’s a lie. I actually have an embarrassing collection of training aids.. Orange Whip anyone?

What you’ll find here are dispatches from the front lines of my own confusion. Notes from a man trying to make sense of a game that seems specifically engineered to expose human weakness. These are reflections, observations, and the occasional half‑baked theory scribbled down before they evaporate. If I stumble across a method or idea that resonates with me, I might share it. Not because it’s correct — but because it didn’t immediately ruin my day.

Nothing here should be mistaken for gospel. Or even advice. I’m not here to fix your swing, your tempo, or your life. I’m barely holding onto my own. This is simply a record of what the game reveals when you’re paying attention and not lying to yourself.

If that’s useful, good. If not, the course will continue to punish us both without discrimination.

That’s the disclaimer.