"After a nice drive, I found my ball in the middle of the fairway, and as I stepped up to hit my next shot, the tightly mown blades of grass beneath my ball began to "grow." Like the tentacles of an anomalous organism, they seemed to reach out in every direction and then pulse before retreating. Buy the ticket, take the ride. At first, the effect was fairly distracting,"
"Despite putting in a good amount of work early in the season, anno domini 2025 has seen some of my worst golf in a decade. On the course, I seem to have forgotten how to swing a club - and for the last eight rounds or so, it's nothing but two way misses off the tee, iron shots hit thin, fat or just straight-up shanked."
Psilocybin-laced chocolate was consumed about an hour before tee-time, producing sharpened vision and mild hallucinations by the second hole. The tightly mown blades of grass appeared to grow and pulse like tentacles, creating a cinematic bokeh that blurred the background and improved focus. A well-struck shot followed, the best in months. Despite early-season work, 2025 has produced some of the worst golf in a decade, with lost swing mechanics and repeated misses over eight rounds. Scores deteriorated at courses such as Cleveland's Canterbury and Baltusrol, including triple bogeys and doubles. Home games were also disastrous, with drives lost in the woods and equipment struggles.
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