We have all been there. Standing on the tee box of a crucial hole, tournament pressure on your shoulders, and you look down at the driver in your hand. You should love it. Ideally, you’ve been fitted for it, but deep down, there is that nagging voice of doubt.
That was me this August. Despite being inherently a good driver of the ball, I had completely lost my way with the big stick and was desperate to make amends before the season was over.
