I played a quick nine yesterday: back nine at Crowfield. On #16/#7 ...202 to the middle, 195 to the flag, wind blowing out over the water.
Now. I could toe down a 5i, run it like I'm playing a links course in England, or throw a 7H up in the air and let the wind do it's thing. The beauty of that...just watching the ball drop due to the wind.
I pull the 7H, and ended up in the water. I was +1 going into 7.
I went into the tee box at 8, +4. I beat myself.
There's this notion that "beat themselves" is an excuse. But damn. It's a reality.