Podcasts about putters

Sommige rolspelers in die loterybedryf is ontevrede oor die Wet op Loterye wat onlangs in die Staatskoerant gepubliseer is en sê die wet spreek nie voldoende promosie-kompetisies in die land aan nie. Rudie Putter, hoofbestuurder van Avani Hotel sê die wet het 'n afdeling weggelaat wat die bedrywighede van promosie-kompetisies in die land deur maatskappye aanspreek, wat nou entiteite gedwing het om hul promosie-aktiwiteite te staak of as welsynsorganisasies op te tree. Putter sê aan Kosmos 94 dat die gewysigde wet in sy huidige ontwerp by verstek bestaande aktiwiteite onwettig maak.

Welkom terug bij een nieuwe aflevering van Kalm met Klassiek, dé podcastserie voor je dagelijkse momentje rust. Deze hele week klinkt muziek in het thema ‘Fauna'. En wat daarin natuurlijk echt niet mag ontbreken zijn de vogels. Daarom wil ik vandaag graag muziek aan je laten horen van Antonio Vivaldi, genaamd ‘Il Gardellino', oftewel ‘De Distelvink'. Misschien ken jij deze vogel wel onder de naam ‘Putter' of ‘Puttertje'.

Partner with Lehigh Valley with Love! Thank you to our Partners! Made Possible in Lehigh Valley Michael Bernadyn of RE/MAX Real Estate Molly's Irish Grille & Sports Pub VIDEO VERSION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quCG6MG-Wuw We're talking to the pride of Nazareth, World Champion, and Olympic Medalist, Joe Kovacs. Joe is already a Lehigh Valley athletic legend. His resume includes two World Championships and two Olympic Silver Medals in the shot put. We talk about the first time he picked up a shot put in the Bethlehem Catholic High School parking lot, his favorite place to visit when he comes home (one of them is Ressler's Market on Main St. in Nazareth), if he'll ever throw at Celtic Classic, his favorite place to throw in general (it's not a stadium), how many more Olympic Games we can hope to cheer for him at (maybe more than one!), and how ArtsQuest is on notice that we want to put together a Street Throw event at SteelStacks! Oh, and Lost Tavern Brewing made a beer in his honor: "Muddy Joe". A huge thank you to Lehigh Valley Made Possible for making this interview possible. https://youtu.be/quCG6MG-Wuw GUESTS Joe Kovacs: World Champion / Olympic Medalist Links Joe Kovacs Instagram The Lehigh Valley is rich with possibilities. A proud heritage and bright future that has long attracted makers, innovators, and those with great vision. Everything you need to create the life you want… on your terms. Vibrant downtowns. Charming Main Streets with surprises around every corner. And lots of open spaces to explore. Live, work, learn, play. Discover all that's Made Possible in Lehigh Valley at lehighvalleymadepossible.com.

GolfWRX photographer Greg Moore has been shooting Tiger's WITB for 10 years! We take the time to break down the drivers he has played since 2012! We also get into some speculation on a prototype Wilson putter that Kevin Streelman was using.

LAB Golf's new Mezz.1 Max putter adds more stability and forgiveness to the already proven Lie Angle Balance technology. The feel is also improved and softer than the original. PXG has new blades for skilled players in the 0317 ST. They are very soft and responsive, offering precise shot shaping and distance control.

2022 - 09 - 28 Bart Putter (cycalis Generaal Bisdom HlemAdam) by Haarlem105

Vrolijk, twinkelend, vlot brabbelend… de snelle en opgewekte zang van de putter laat zich niet zo makkelijk vangen in woorden. Je hoort de putter in het voorjaar en de zomer, maar óók in het najaar en zelfs in de winter kun je genieten van de zangkunsten van deze vogel met zijn tropische kleuren. Verder in deze podcast: de roodpootvalk, Henk Meeuwsen twijfelt of hij de zang van de putter mooi vindt of niet, trekvogels langs zee, vogelen in België en Timo Roeke van Vogelbescherming Nederland houdt een pleidooi om de putter weer distelvink te noemen.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Robbie and Brad discuss finding reliable throwing putters in premium plastics with this week's guest.Register here to be our next guest: https://forms.gle/F7ZEeYhZcgw7wCpq5Subscribe ► http://bit.ly/FoundationPodcastsCheck out the Store: http://foundationdiscs.comWebsite: http://FDNSports.comPatreon: http://patreon.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Disc Golf: http://youtube.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Nation: http://youtube.com/foundationnationchannelDisc Reviews: http://youtube.com/c/FoundationDiscGolfReviewsJoin our Facebook group: http://facebook.com/groups/317249770164945Follow Us:http://instagram.com/foundationdiscgolfhttp://twitter.com/foundationdghttp://facebook.com/foundationdiscshttp://discord.gg/foundationdiscgolfhttp://reddit.com/r/FoundationDiscGolf

Putters Really Matter! Bruce Rearick’s Putter Design Dreams Welcome to Episode 197 of THE Golf Improvement Podcast!  Dedicated to sharing useful information on professional club fitting, short game improvement, and effective practice techniques.  CHANGING GOLFER’S LIVES – ONE GOLFER AT A TIME. Show Notes: Welcome back putter fitting and putting instruction guru Bruce Rearick from […] The post 197 – Putters Really Matter! – Bruce Rearick Interview appeared first on GAME IMPROVEMENT GOLF.

Leute, diesmal melden wir uns aus unserer ganz persönlichen Käfer-Schänke, leicht angesoffen in der schon vollgepissten Lederhose, die Tanzkarte noch im zu eng geschnürten Dirndl. Zeltmeister, das große Grabbeln. Nach einer Woche, die sich tatsächlich so angefühlt hat, als wären wir von Felix Magath auf den Kotzhügel getrieben worden, immer und immer wieder, vom Tee gebeutelt, jeder Ball nur bittere Medizin. So standen wir heute morgen betont kurios in der Gegend herum. Maik, der noch in Düsseldorf war, nachdem er dort am Dienstag bis Zapfenstreich als Alt ausgeholfen hatte. Micky, der auf Ibiza war, um, entlarvend genug, mit spanischen Fliegen im Schnabel Vogelhochzeit zu feiern. Und Lucas, die Natter mit dem Putter, der mal wieder allein im Keller die Presseschau zusammen kopiert hatte, die Druckerschwärze der Schlagzeilen noch an Daumen und Zeigefinger. In dieser Verfasstheit also ging es hinein in die Krisn der Bayern, die Bierkrüge als maßgeschneiderte Brenngläser auf die Befindlichkeiten eines Vereins, der mal wieder gequälte Miene zum schlechten Spiel machen muss. Das Lächeln vom Sponsoren befohlen, die miese Laune aber so offensichtlich, so greifbar, als hätte der Kahn dem Brazzo ein Lebkuchenherz um den Hals gehängt, darauf zwei Wörter aus Zuckerguss: Lieber Lewy! Denn die Wahrheit der Wiesn passt auf ein griffiges Plakat: Koan Neuner. Und deshalb bleibt der Kater wahrscheinlich bis zur Winterpause. Einziger Lichtblick aus Münchener Sicht: das Trainingslager ist dann wieder in Katar, da können die Nationalspieler praktischerweise gleich dort bleiben. Das spart den Hinflug. Finale Doha! Und vielleicht können die Bayern dann gleich das Quartier der DFB-Delegation übernehmen, eine Burg mit Flutlichtmasten, die vom Bundestrainer, der gar nicht Bundestrainer genannt werden will, in der SZ gerade erst euphorisch gelobt wurde. Es gilt auch hier das schwarzrotgeile Wüstenmotto: All or nothing. Alles nichts, oder? Um die Politik kümmern sich dann die anderen. Die Zivilcourage kommt mal wieder aus der Kurve. Das war‘s vom Sport. Und nun zum Wetter. In Sachsen sorgt Hoch Max für gute Laune, am Niederrhein hagelt es Kritik und böse Wörter, weil die Kultur im Osten untergeht, die Gemüter sind erhitzt, die Stimmung hingegen deutlich unterkühlt, eine Besserung ist nicht in Sicht. Und wenn ihr jetzt noch wissen wollt, was nach der Werbung kommt, dann müsst ihr reinhören. In die neue Folge FUSSBALL MML. Denn: Verzapft is! Viel Spaß!

Special Guest Michael Yates w/ The Turn in Fairmont, West Virginia @theturnwv (FB/IG)Are L.A.B. Golf Putters really worth the money?Is getting custom fit important for improving your game?all this and MORE!!!

De Nederlandse private-leasemarkt voor auto's heeft na jarenlang onstuimige groei voor het eerst last van tegenwind. Redacteur infrastructuur en vervoer Arend Clahsen legt uit hoe dat komt. Lees: Markt voor private lease stagneert door terughoudende consument en lange levertijden Nederlands internet is duur, omdat twee grote partijen de vaste netwerken stevig in handen hebben. Redacteur Jeroen Piersma gaat in op de jarenlange pogingen om van dit vermeende duopolie af te komen. Lees: 'Internet kan tientallen euro's goedkoper in Nederland' Als directeur van het Sociaal en Cultureel Planbureau was Kim Putters al een van de invloedrijkste mensen van Nederland, maar als voorzitter van de Sociaal Economische Raad wil hij écht gaan doorpakken. Politiek verslaggever Martine Wolzak vertelt wat Putters brengt als nieuwe voorzitter van het polderorgaan der polderorganen. Lees: 'Het moet meer gaan kloppen in ons land'See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Titleist's new TSR woods are so solid and I have been reviewing the TSR2 driver and fairway woods. The TSR2 driver is crazy forgiving and holds a ton of ballspeed on of center shots. The TSR2 fairways are super easy to launch and offer effortless distance.

The Father/Son Championship golf tournament is coming up this weekend and Fred and Brad would be lost without their trusty lucky putter, Priscilla! But she seems to be nowhere to be found and Ryan and Cece have to work quickly to help find her and secure the win. Can you help them figure out who did it? In this episode, we find out who the culprit is, so make sure you listen to the first episode before listening to this one!

The Father/Son Championship golf tournament is coming up this weekend and Fred and Brad would be lost without their trusty lucky putter, Priscilla! But she seems to be nowhere to be found and Ryan and Cece have to work quickly to help find her and secure the win. Can you help them figure out who did it? In this episode, we collect all of the clues and meet the suspects. Good luck!

Deze maand zal de 24H2 Challenge plaatsvinden. Bij deze challenge zullen verschillende teams door Europa trekken in hun waterstofauto. De organisatie noemt het zelf een uitdagende expeditie. Daan Prins ging in gesprek met met Arjan de Putter van Fast Concepts. Hoe gaat de 24H2 Challenge precies in zijn werk? Luister elke woensdag tussen 13:00 en 14:00 uur naar Traffic Radio LIVE! voor het laatste mobiliteitsnieuws. Na de uitzending is het programma terug te luisteren als podcast via alle bekende podcast platforms (onder meer Apple Podcasts en Spotify).

Join hosts Kevin Harris, Wade Kelly and Cory Plowman of Smoky Mountain Discs as we have a blast talking all things disc golf.This week on Taking 8's we talk all about WORLDS! We discuss Wade and Cory's 1 disc round and finish up with officials corner.Like us on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter!Shop Discs, Merch and more HERE!

The guys talk about the Good Good Putter!

Team HACKITOUTGOLF is talking about great putting and how to become a better putter. Transform your golf game with improved scores when your putting game gets Sharpe.  Simple and easy to action ideas for all golfers who want to hole more putts today. 

This week I take your questions from Instagram, @clubjunkieppod, and give you my best answer. Talking about Titleist TSR woods, Zebra putters, and high end putter shafts!

En este primer episodio de la temporada 2022 Putter se confiesa y anuncia el nombre de su equipo para esta temporada. También hablamos de la vida, "draft jitters" y prep, así como un análisis general de algunos jugadores este año, cerrando con broche de oro con algunos de nuestros pronósticos.

Episode #955 episodes from 100! This week we're joined by one of the most talented dudes in the community, Tyler Lowy! Tyler takes us through the inception of Tyler Lowy Putters, the ordering process, customization, personalization and building. THESE PIECES OF ART ARE HAND MILLED.... YES HAND MILLED. You've just gotta listen to this one!Check out these beautiful rollers -- > Tyler Lowy (@lowytyler) • Instagram photos and videosCheck out our site & merch https://otsgolf.com/Follow On The Screws Podcast on Instagram! https://www.instagram.com/otsgolf/Subscribe on YouTube! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCi5T...Intro Ft. RORY Blaklroy Golf (@roryblaklroy) • Instagram photos and videosOn The Screws Podcast Linktree https://linktr.ee/otsgolfManscaped - The Best In Men's GroomingUSE PROMO CODE - OTSGOLF - 20%OFF + FREE SHIPPINGGet 25% OFF @trueclassic + Free Shipping with promo code [OTSGOLF] at https://trueclassictees.com/en-ca #trueclassicpod

Say hi to Nick and Scott! The founders of Freedom Golf.Freedom Golf is a veteran owned and operated business that manufactures high end putters and wedges at affordable prices!!https://freedomgolf.shop/Use Discount Code TIH1776 to save 10% at checkout now!!Nick served in the Marines for 6 years and Scott is a PGA pro. These guys grew up as childhood friends in a small town in Pennsylvania. They combined both their skills in business and golf to create a fantastic company!!Listen to our conversation and learn about this rapidly growing business!!Links:Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/freedom___golf/TikTok:https://www.tiktok.com/@freedom_golf

Lot of equipment at the BMW Championship this week, including some famous ex-NBA stars! JR Smith is rolling a wild, custom Bettinardi Inovai 6.0 direct from the Hive. Anfernee "Penny" Hardaway had a bog full of Sub 70 irons, wedges, and putter with his 1 Cent and University of Memphis logos.

On this week's Fully Equipped, GOLF's Jonathan Wall and Ryan Barath are joined by Gene Parente of Golf Laboratories and True Spec Golf's Kris McCormack to breakdown what you really need to do to test a mallet putter. The episode then concludes with RB's exclusive interview with the legendary Roger Cleveland.

Brad's on vacation, so Trevor joins Robbie this week to talk putters!Subscribe ► http://bit.ly/FoundationPodcastsCheck out the Store: http://foundationdiscs.comWebsite: http://FDNSports.comPatreon: http://patreon.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Disc Golf: http://youtube.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Nation: http://youtube.com/foundationnationchannelDisc Reviews: http://youtube.com/c/FoundationDiscGolfReviewsJoin our Facebook group: http://facebook.com/groups/317249770164945Follow Us:http://instagram.com/foundationdiscgolfhttp://twitter.com/foundationdghttp://facebook.com/foundationdiscshttp://discord.gg/foundationdiscgolfhttp://reddit.com/r/FoundationDiscGolf

The SeeMore TOUR team invites PGA Professional, Ben Pellicani, to the "couch" to discuss his putting thoughts.  Pellicani talks about "How Do You Practice and How Do You Play and How Do Those Two Marry Together....on the putting green."  Continue to listen to see what 3 things he says on how to become a GREAT putter. Ben Pellicani, PGA professional, has a long history of teaching and coaching players. Starting as one of the country's youngest Director of Instruction at Chartwell G&CC in Maryland at age 25 before heading to the Mike Bender Golf Academy where he was the first head coach of the MBGA Elite junior development program. While at MBGA his students claimed over 30 junior titles. After his stint at MBGA he headed to Nashville to be the Associate Head Coach of Lipscomb University helping the program reach new milestones as the Bisons qualified for the NCAA DI postseason twice as a team with at-large bids, once reaching the national championship and helping to guide an All-American selection all firsts for the university. Ben is now a full time instructor in the Nashville area where his students range from aspiring junior golfers, recreational players to tour players. He is recognized by Golf Digest as a “Best in State” and “Best Young Teacher in America” golf instructor since 2017, and Middle TN Teacher of the year by the TN Section in 2019. Find out more and contact Pellicani - CLICK HERE.

On this week's Fully Equipped, GOLF's Ryan Barath is joined by Gene Parente of Golf Laboratories and True Spec Golf's Kris McCormack to take a closer look at TaylorMade's Hi-Toe 3 wedges, gear at the FedEx Cup Playoffs and what we learned last week about the new Titleist TSR product. The episode then concludes with an exclusive interview featuring Fujikura's Product and Brand Manager Spencer Reynolds.

Culture is the life force of an organization, so clearly defining, communicating, and cultivating a strong culture is critical in developing a successful company and team. Dr. Cory Shaffer talks with Brett Putter, Founder of CultureGene and CEO of Hybryd, about the lightbulb moment when Putter fully realized the importance of culture, how leaders can embed cultures within their teams, and the importance of establishing a culture in the world of hybrid work.

Omg Beyonce's cute dimples. Right?! Stop fangirling. …no. THEY ARE CUTE. Bitch, shut up. BEYONCÈ is alone on an elevator—more specifically, THE HELLEVATOR; when it breaks down suddenly. Why is Beyoncè alone? I don't know… Seems dangerous. It does, doesn't it. Everybody needs alone time. I heard that. How do you get alone time when you're Beyoncè? Aha. You don't. [Beyoncè being followed by paparazzi] [Beyoncè being mom] [Beyoncè being Beyoncè] Oh, hey Beyoncè. [very serious stare] What you need? Some alone time. [Laughing in infinite dimensions] Are you done? Are you Beyoncè? Though I found it to be strange, I actually did still have a soul, somewhere, seared deeply in the confines of my body, which sometimes I found to be hideous and others to be beautiful— not that it would depend on the day, but rather my state of being, I would have considered it a state of mind, but there was something else at play. Now I hadn't been into the gym in 24 or so hours, and I was still happily getting along with myself to know that I needed a break from Las Vegas Athletic Club—at the very least the North location, which was the closest and the only one I would be finding myself making the trip to at all, although I now had a bicycle and a bus pass to go with it, which made things so much easier than it was before—I was still being drained of my energy from various sources, here-and-there—but especially from Jessie, who at times seemed like a vampire, and even though I had started to understand this reflection of myself and her purpose, I still hated it; nothing was mine, and everything that was seemed to be falling apart, and though I had more than I needed and was actually genuinely grateful, I would have never been willing to admit it—mostly because for the most part, I was still incredibly homeless, mostly—and even working away ⅔ of my day no matter how beneficial the job had become to me, was wearing me down into nothing but the tradegy of a corporate slave; this job certainly wasn't going to get me the money I needed to repay all of my debts, or a chance at a sane life—my ex husband had stolen everything from me that made me feel even the slightest bit human or whole, and I wondered, in all this loveless, careless, homeless neglect—if that was it for me; if I was meant to have stayed with the person who consistently belittled me, cheated, lied, and stole from me—and though he was never willing to admit it, knowing he could have been being recorded at any time, became violent enough to have altered my entire headspace (not that it hadn't been crumbling,) but more than likely wouldn't have shattered entirely and so suddenly without having been punched in the face, choked, or strangled. But I must have somehow deserved all of it. It was a strange world, but not a strange day; I hadn't worked out, but things seemed normal and not as robotic as they had been, usually—and though I knew there was in part a certain structural programming at play—Jessie's childish ability to flaunt her spoiled laziness about, as if she knew she both didn't and never would need to work, and on the opposite end of the spectrum, I was a literal slave; I hadn't felt guilty about writing about her from literally under her nose for quite some time; I was a fully-unapproachable, untrustworthy asshole now, and I did it to everyone, often jotting down everything I could see in my experience that was noteworthy or captivating—more or less the entirety of my human experience, which at times felt less and less human with each passing day, and more and more surreal; not only did I not believe in myself to yet be alive, the looming sense of purposeless as a heavy cloud on my shoulders at all time, knowing one day, maybe even soon, I would finally wake up, knowing all of this to have just been an excessive fairytale—a nightmare of cosmic potions, where misogynistic men and other wrongdoers ran the world, where the ugly and poor remained slaves, and where the unjust nature of inequality had become a normalcy, amongst everyone in this existence, surely a lower realm of such—it wasn't possible at all that this dream, or nightmare, would be anything a proper God would have imagined—not one worthy of worship, anyway. It was the American dream turned American nightmare—rich people living in excess with not a care in the world, and even those not having aquired a desirable amount of wealth, still living in privilege and filth, as I had observed in all my homelessness; everyone who had welcomed me into their home seemed incapable of taking care of it—which I found to be nearly unforgivable; how could one have something as precious as a home and leave it in ruins, letting trash and such excessive materials pile up into corners with the dust and the grime that was so simple to get rid of?! There was a clearer, deeper lesson at play here; though some had lived in literal shacks, they had been kept explicitly clean—and though during my childhood the discomfort of visiting anywhere less than middle class had given me an itch of discomfort, most of the households I did visit were also kept immaculate, save for those who had become addicts of something…and maybe that was the focal point of it all— that almost every American was addicted to something, and had to use another something in order to supplement for whatever the first addiction caused déficit to; I didn't care anymore really, and was willing to work, obviously for pennies on the millions of billions of dollars all of these corporations were scooping up—and though I just as stupidly as anyone else had spent a mentionable portion of my tiny paycheck on music, which I didn't technically need, but it kept me sane—and I was willing enough to keep my delusional dreams of becoming a DJ on hold, just to have a home, or a hole of my own that I could crawl into when I wasn't working for someone else, or working out the poison I had put into my body just to cope with being the kind of human that hadn't yet been lucky enough to be loved, or liked, or cared for and hadn't been lied to, despised, and betrayed in the same breath and by the same people that did once claim to love. ——- The new Beyoncé album made me upset in a depressing kind of way; I wasn't black enough for it, to begin with, or at least wouldn't let myself be—it wasn't made for me, or maybe it was—but I was struggling with self and doubted any supposed greatness, probably more than ever needing to get away from Jessie and her sadly-something family—I didn't have a word for it, and since white people hated more than anything being called out for their privelege and racism, was straying away from even being able to write about it; I knew I wanted to be somewhere or anywhere in the middle of the obviously apparent race war—but there was no middle, just black-or-white— and I was neither. It sounded something like Skrillex had worked on it, or Sonny, or whoever the fuck he was—and in fact, I was almost certain he had, that I had strayed from the blockbuster romance that was supposed to have resulted from whatever out of bounds otherworldly shit had happened, and that the Dillon Francis I had romanticized was more than likely the Dillon Francis that probably belonged to whatever “organization” my ex had claimed he did— the organization that was more “willing to kill me and bury me in the woods where no one would find me”, than ever put me on or give me any worthwhile status; but how else could he—Dillon Francis—have known my deepest and darkest secret? I figured mY ex husband must have told them— whoever they were—everything. One Somethings wrong with me; Mums the word Don't look at me, you my son, I am the one you want. BIG FREEDA and BEYONCE are stealing souls with their new hit dance song, aiding JESUS CHRIST in the fight against evil. RELEASE YOUR SOUL. RELEASE YOUR SOUL. RELEASE YOUR SOUL. By the millions, members of Beyonce's massive fandoms release a number of things; Including their jobs, their vibes, and their souls– all of which, luckily, end up in the right hands. BEYONCE has lent SUPACREE her soul. Don't break it. I would never. However, BEYONCE'S soul i incredibly fragile, and after a series of near-breaks, SUPACREE has decided the only way to keep it safe, is within her own soul; which has been encapsulated in an unbreakable vault by the use of magical cosmic forces yet unseen, but soon to be unmasked. Key: villed grey And everybody's miserable, And everybody's miserable, And everybody's got just cause— But it doesn't make a difference, does it? It didn't, and it never did And never will When will we believe in Anything, again— That we did as children, Or kids? I've never hated myself or Debated suicide more often, Than I have now, at least for awhile Or a minute, Whichever's of lesser or greater value Get it? I'm in remission, but Living is cancer And dying is the only thing that cures it I hate being human It's a curse It's a cause It's a movement I can't move Into the future without you But I guess I'll have to And I'll just keep on writing Songs about you Song about you Songs about you— Sounds about right, But it does t seem right at all Without you Without you Without you Without you How about now? Am I powerful enough to fight you? That's right I left right on time Just to spite you I am sad today But I have t had sunlight, And I haven't had a bike ride But I needed rest, see I almost died I've got no light on the front And reflectors don't work unless Someone close to you has lights on, I found out Wow Everything my mom said makes sense now I get how It's dangerous to ride your bike when it's dark out And there are dark clouds overhead But somehow I made it And I get Sorry, am I in your way? I can reach over you… It's me. I know it's you. You fuckin' dick. Let me explain. I heard Beyoncé's new album. That wasn't me… So you're trying to tell me you're everyone in the world but Beyoncé. …yes! Whatever. Listen to me. I'll do anything but that. I have a plan. I don't care. Yes you do. You don't know me. You don't know me! Shut up, Mrs. Pancakes and listen to what I have to say. Unless what you have to say is, “I'm sorry— “ I am sorry! —I don't wanna hear it. I said I'm sorry. I said I don't wanna hear it. Cool. Fucking cool. If it was a 7-year curse, I had 4 years down and still nothing to show for it but literal blood, sweat, and tears— there was no joy in anything except for food, which kept me in the gym and trying my best to stay in shape—and I was fit, but not petite, like Kayla Lauren; all the finest men wanted child-shaped women, or at the very best so petite that anything could do, and I could do nothing but sulk in my self-hatred. But perhaps I had spent too much time around Jessie, who for exactly 3 days had tried to mimic my neat and tidiness by cleaning up after herself, only to go back to the laziness and chaos that I had begun to get used to; however, realizing I had become quite the parasite, often exchanging the energy I was losing for other valuables I myself wouldn't purchase without having my own space; laundry and dish detergent, shampoo and conditioner, and the entirety of the spice rack—which I did feel tinges of guilt about, but nonetheless, an automatic housekeeper, justified using such things by having to take after the laziness around me, which drained my energy entirely—and promising to replace them when I could, though undoubtedly only feeling as if it was okay because of the apparent over-abundance, and my own shortcomings. I didn't want to go back to Mexico, really, but probably would—the United States was too expensive, but I had gotten used to the luxuries and without a thought didn't really want to return where everything was broken down and dirty—and, where I was expected to pay more being “rich” because I could earn more by going back “home”, however, without a true home to go to, it was only a waste of time and energy to even be back; at least I could gym, and I did in part have Kayla Lauren, or at least the whole of white supremacy to thank for that—the fact that she and girls alike were automatically just ‘better' and had more advantages for being more fuckable pissed me off to the point that gym time had become part of my daily regimen; though, surrounded by petite-bodied fredcked faces did nothing for my own confidence or self worth—I still had Sonny always in the forefront of my mind, and somehow somewhere someone had figured him as my ideal enough to make this all happen; now all I wanted to be was 108 pounds and petite, knowing at that exact measurement anyone who wasn't really a racist would want me—and know knowing I wanted more than to be wanted, but to be needed. My dreams were seeping Into reality and blending with astral projections of the past, whatever that was; I had been gladly visited by my dead son and however traumatizing that was, I had at least seen him, healthy and tall, 7 years old as he would have been at the time—and of course, taunted in the dream world as always being there, but not—in another room, in another place—aware of him but not with him, always thinking about him but not there, as I had truly been. It didn't matter that the universe or whatever evil was in it was haunting me with my motherhood—I had actually tried to keep my marriage intact, and I knew it in my heart and soul, or whatever stardust was left of their remains respectively, that I had done no wrong. It was a damned-if-i-did and damned-If I didn't situation; there was no remedy for whatever had taken place but to forget with time. Jessie's house really was depressing, and I feared for her that she would never actually leave it, however spoiled she was. It had to have been a rampant sickness, her father, a slave driver who used his ex wife and daughter as laborers for his business, and while keeping them well fed, not paid well enough to actually go into the world and succeed; he was just as evil as any other corporation or business, and just as powerful; using his Christianity as a guard against being considered truly harmful—and his graciousness of allowing me into his home was at the very most a kindness I couldn't look past, trying not to judge but understanding over and over again how one can fail to use a trash can; he wasn't in a rush; in fact, he spent his days watching Evangelists talk about the coming apocalypse, while his ex wife and daughter toiled away making fishing lures for his business, apparently very profitable. For something I admired him—perhaps his musicianship, or perhaps just my strange and undying affection for Caucasian alpha males, or even that he did have such a power as to keep his ex wife and daughter underfoot, when my own ex husband had moved to physically subduing me as his only means of control, later keeping my son from me as the ultimate power play——and of course, throwing in the Dillon Francis monkey wrench, a true nod to whatever Satanic backwards magic was previously thought to be at play. Now i understood it just to be my mind unraveling—the only person I had ever truly loved, had never truly loved me; however, i was useful and sweet—besides being ramapantly obese, the perfect wife and caretaker. Now, I was preparing for a steady non-existence, loneliness, lifelessness, friendlessness, and homelessness; and I thought myself soon to be dead again, in one way or another. All I wanted was home, and home was said to be where the heart was—but thinking back to a tragic time, I had foolishly given mine to Dillon Francis, in pieces, after Sonny Moore had used Kayla Lauren to break it. How many women were in line to see The Great Sonny Moore, on the same ride I had been on, and with the same deal signed-sealed-and delivered to The Devil Himself, if not the messengers at the pearly gates for God's eyes and ears only? I had to think the number to be in the hundreds, if not thousands, if not millions—as I had finally founded the integral magical practice of hypnotism through music, as it had been for eons and centuries—and now, as programmed as I was neither happy nor unhappy to be, having lost all but the body, devoid of feelings or true sense of livelihood at all, even having misplaced the ability to be music at all—I was just a thing in a world full of other things—neither woman nor man, nor any feeling thing at all; most American dogs were more loved and well cared for than I was. My obsessive brain allowed for infatuation beyond my wildest content, and though either self-control or self-pity kept anyone at a safe and proper distance, I still craved something or someone that wholly didn't exist. My head was on a platter, eyes still blinking and mouth agape, though without the life force I had once garnered and cherished to have been brought about into time with merely the mind, and the mind alone. Jessie was a petite virgin who was so moldeable it was hard to see myself as anything but less-than beside her, and on two opposite ends of the spectrum of inequality we existed; she would never have to work, or leave home, or lift a finger—almost any man would be willing to take care of her without her having to do much, and, as historically proven, any man would look past her ridiculous laziness or an unideal facial structure in exchange for a hot body he could claim all his own, nonetheless for one who wouldn't bother to leave the house, who he could keep at home ready for use at will—and here I was, washed up without any of the fame of glory to accompany it, used and abused and put through the wash enough times to shrink, but not to remove the stains as had been set in stone since they were made. Nothing was right, but everything was good—practicing The Secret had to eventually have its effects. No matter how miserable I felt, I was always good, or great, or awesome—but still, daily, combating the consistent and ever-constant thoughts of back-to-back self hatred and loathing. I hate myself I hate my life I hate myself I hate my life I hate myself I hate my— I love myself… I love my life I love myself I love my life— Ugh. But I was sleeping on the floor below one of the laziest people I had ever met, who I loved dearly since the age of 12– but couldn't help but hate a little for not having to do anything, ever, and somehow knowing we were both complatent and self-assured that some wealthy man would undoubtedly swoop from out of nowhere to marry the forlorn virgin goddess— Ugh. She was an energy vampire. Meanwhile, my promotion to Manager, with bonus commission and all the overtime I was pulling in still wouldn't be enough to amount to affording my own apartment, and it seemed, as I had been warned before, that it was true—I would never be safe in my own home country of The United States of America, and the more and more angry white women I literally bumped and brushed shoulders with, receiving deathly stares and glances from blue and green eyes like something out of a dystopian race war nightmare, the more I realized that there was only so much unfairness and inequality that could take place before things had to change; Rich people were racing corgis—children were selling coffee in the streets; the National air guitar championship was underway— people were dying of hunger and thirst— Skrillex and Dillon Francis were superstar DJs—everyone had a Kayla Lauren or something similar to show off— And I was the overnight manager at a mega-gym. Fuck this life. I was probably supposed to hate myself, I was probably supposed to kill myself, too—but I was too afraid to do that again. It was all Ali and I talked about, for years—how this existence was merely a blemish in the ever-expanse of time and space; how we were bound to our earthly bodies as punishment for some Mistake we had made in an inmemorable past existence —probably murder or rape, or something horrible—our loveless, hopeless bodies bound to be forever unloved, unsuccessful, and overall unhappy. A burning cough lodged itself out of the depths of hell from the ugly fat woman in front of me—not that I was any different, really. It seemed and was apparently so that the ‘coughs' demon, as I had come to call it, inhabited the broken bodies of sick individuals, usually visibly weak in some way—typically obese or otherwise unhealthy, if I were willing to give the beast the time or day by looking, as I usually was able to ignore it, washing it out of my peripheral or continuing to look forward, or wherever I was looking. Assuredly, Sonny had surrounded himself by powerful demon-like practitioners of [the type of] magic I was unwilling to use or even acknowledge, though admittedly—this coughs demon to a certain extent had to have been more obessed with me than I had ever been with it, oftentimes lurking in places I felt most vulnerable, acting as a push into suicidal ideation and the other great realms of non-existence, my synesthesia acting like a painful ailment when such a nasty sound did rear it's ugly head. It had been four years living with this awful thing—no matter where I went, someone would make their way Into my personal space just to cough, or hack—and, though by now having grown mostly immune to it, I was still annoyed as ever when it came down to it—my sanity not breaking, but somehow pieced together using frail elements such as deadmau5 as duck tape; unbeknownst to me before doing so, anyway, it actually did properly seal the bullet like wounds in my being…call it universal healthcare, perhaps. I was the only one, really, who could make myself laugh anymore. It had become a game between God and I to see who could do it the most, and though most people seemed programmed and robotic or unreal entirely, there were few in the three dimensional realm occasionally that were human enough to make me forget that the rest of the world had been for the most part a dysfunctional computer—if I was lucky, I might have been having a heatstroke of some sort, as sometimes pedaling furiously on my bicycle, the entire world would in-fact smell like the innards of a windows 98 computer, having just overheated; I was a vegan, hadn't drank or even smoked in years—and now was fighting off a rampant sugar addiction with both hands tied behind my back, which was huge—and though still fitting into a Nike small, which might have been an achievement had I not figured there to be a size such as 2XS—the roundness of my backside couldn't outweigh the deathly amount of guilt and self pity even only the occasional Oreo brought on; I needed to be devastatingly thin for anything to make sense, and nothing really did (make sense, that is.) I was hungry, and angry with myself, and mad at the world; I couldn't understand what I had done wrong to deserve my life the way it was—the worst part, though, was there was no exit button. There was no easy way out; I knew that death was not the end, but just the departure from another realm—and that as infinite as love and life had been, death might have been, too. Preparing for the worst and never hoping for the best, for fear I would only gain the opposite, I wondered where I would go and what I would do next. Ali was making his presence in a greater realm more and more apparent with each passing moment; it was always 2:22, and every time it was—something cosmic happened. I wanna go to sleep (I wanna go to sleep) And never wake up (And never wake up) Cause I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I'll be up all night (I'm up all night) Doing three things at once (I don't give a fuck) Every crunch is a coffin I don't do this often or much, But look forward to eating my lunch It's in the oven That's probably my cousin I don't give a fuck So what does it matter? Putter patter goes the blood spatter, Since you had to ask Spread my ashes at Madison Avenue Nobody asked, But I spat out the answer, Then finally laughed How about that Aha How about that I wanna go to sleep (I wanna go to sleep) And never wake up (And never wake up) Cause I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I have too much to do, I can't be pretty, too (You used me) Pity the pitiful fool (But I let you) Write me a check So that I don't regret you Forever (Never say never) A bet is a bet; And I'll never get to see you sweat It's for the better It's for the better It's for the better For better or worse? Whats the worth? A million followers, and dollars What does it cost for a daughter, Your honor I want her I want the— I want the I want her head on a platter Goddamn I wanna go to sleep (I wanna go to sleep) And never wake up (And never wake up) Cause I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck I DONT GIVE A FUCK. (I need water.) Fn Pig, deadmau5 >< I AM BASS, LSDREAM That's just a container; I'm going deranged, It's crazy— Conditioned, I guess I'm detangler Looking from all different angles I used to have angels But they've been replaced, lately Been displaced, lately Need some space, lately— I guess you're part of me You're part of my soul You're part of my soul I mean probably need a lobotomy Bottom to top, Something is hunting or haunting me Got a lot of nerve I'm terrified, nervous— Might as well swerve on the nerd Swerve on the nerd Swerve on the nerd Oh. My. Ghetto. Yes. She's fabulous, 80-inch-weft With her bad ass self But I'm just not One of them girls One of them girls Yes, She's fabulous Better get it! Better than best— With her bad ass self But I'm just not One of them girls One of them girls Just got a text; I better ignore it Fuck this shit; Guess it's just another level Just another level Leg day Cardio Arm day Chest Put myself to the test Cause I'm tryna be One of them girls One of them girls One of them girls One of them— Oh, fuck It's just my luck The nigga is stubborn Or stuck, Or something; Guess it's not nothing Guess I gotta get back on my Buttocks; Pushing all my buttons, Guess it's not nothin Guess it's McDonalds, I'm lovin it. I feared that by spending too much time around low vibration people, I was becoming one myself; I knew that eating toxic processed foods was one way of lowering my own naturally high vibration into a lower frequency, but I was spending too much time with people who were dwelling on all of the awful things in life and none of the good; people who had homes and families and still had the nerve to complain to me, of all people, a homeless “black” woman with literally nothing to live for but music (not that music was living for me—the industry was outright dominated by privilege, and leaving color out of it, the odds were, if I was hearing their song on the radio or overhead station at the gym, their parents had been well-to-do in some way or another, if not musicians themselves, or well-connected industry people.) Gone were the days of the rising stars who actually pulled themselves up by the bootstraps-everybody on the map had a leg-up and a foot-in-the-door. At least ESPN'S ‘The Ocho' wasn't on; I didn't think I could bear to see any more frat boys pogo sticking ‘professionally' while working myself to literal dehydration trying to be one of their girlfriends—or at least look like them. Pretty white boys dated pretty white girls, period—they fucked everything—but dated pretty white girls. Existence was futile. I wanted to take my eyeballs out of my head. Oh, he's beautiful. A dark skinned man with fresh braids and a blue shirt shuffled his way smoothly past me, and I gleaned a little—not my type, but beautiful—and I wasn't going to cop to not having a type. Then, rounding the corner and into the abdominals section, a giant tattooed man in the stretch machine (whatever it was called) managed to startle me from afar, just due to being monsterous in height alone but also stark white enough so that it seemed he could illuminate an entire room by himself. What the fuck. Why be that tall? Not that it was his or anyone's fault for being large or massive as I had once been, however in width, rather than height—but tall men always struck me a particularly bizarre way, no matter how broad or handsome—and definitely terrified me a little, or a lot, depending—though no more than blue eyes did. Why am I here? Jesus Christ. I had blinders on, but they weren't working, and every moving body that worked it's way into my peripheral reminded me of something or someone; i began to feel the onset symptoms of depression kick in; I just wanted to eat and sleep, and not be bothered with the world—but unlike Jessie I hadn't the luxury of doing so, and even though I had been working I was really no closer to having a home than I had been before. I was back in The Matrix with a working telephone and every regret possible, as it was obvious the trackers were having a heyday with my psyche, the world now more populated—especially with Kayla Lauren's—than it had been without a phone. I wanted desperately to run away, but had nowhere to run—and though I loved my gym, without having a place to call home or the energy to properly work out the way I wanted to made it a special kind of Hell. At least I had the new Beyoncè album. There's a light. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — —-JUST KILL YOURSELF. I—did that already. Do it again! No! Oh, come on. Whats the point? The point is: … What? What? You didn't finish the sentence. Neither did you. Go away, Satan. Nowhere sounds nice. I would have spared the greatest expense if I could afford it just not to exist— I had written entire novels, created film sagas and night after excruciating night at the gym whether actually on the clock or not, I was always working. In any event, a good gym session was also at least a chapter or two in one of many novels, an episode of some sort, or a concept album—if whatever pre-workout I was taking made me angsty enough to focus on writing out thoughts and phrases between sets on my favorite machines. I had actually purchased over $50 of music with my first check—and while I should have felt stupid and remorseful for it, $50 wasn't going to get me my own apartment. $50 wasn't really wasn't going to get anybody anything—especially a tank of gas. My daily 45 minute cardio consisted of an earful of deadmau5, deep breathing in sequence to my long strokes of pedaling so quickly I thought my legs might turn to propellers and I'd start hovering like a Helicopter fueled by angst, poverty, and progressive house. That's what it was. Progressive house. And I loved it, like I used to love anything else in the world, but had forgotten what it felt like if it wasn't buzzing in my ears propelling me across a loveless, lifeless desert. Everyone was miserable, no matter where I went, besides the daily gym goers who I came to know at my work and play play place. A gross sounding cough from across the room told me to kill myself—and I thought about it momentarily, but couldn't think of a way, so went back to writing. Misophonia or magic? Either way, I didn't know if I hated myself more, or Skrillex and whatever deity had granted him this sick and twisted power. I want to die. Coughing, coughing, coughing— Working working working But not making enough to live I mean really live Like the DJs did I might throw a fit If I don't get out of this everybody is sick And all it is is Coughing coughing coughing— And I'm just Walking Walking Walking From bus stop to bus stop Dropping a coin for all of my thoughts I want off this planet I want off the clock I want to go to bed— But I don't have a bed If it's all in my head Why haven't I Put a bullet in it, yet? I want to end it Use this song as an admission; I'm guilty, I did it I didn't want to see the world the way it is, Case dismissed, then Case dismissed, then Just one last kiss—then Fade to black Now we're back where we started don't forget to reflect Respect is earned When you enter through the exit No guest list for this one, kid. You better get moving Just selfish intentions Just shellfish— I wish That's not kosher or vegan Indecent exposure, for sure Is your home in foreclosure? She did it all for exposure I just need closure And a door to close, I suppose What's worse? Homeless, or hunger? Woah, I've done both, And meanwhile, she's never left home No wonder no one loves us No wonder no one loved me No wonder someday never comes Funny I wanted a hug, I got nothing Diplo follows coughs. Everyone follows coughs, She's a boss I guess Only downloaded this app to— Crap Fuck. No sense in censorship All the world is is tits And slavery Damn, —This is brave you would write this. If I end my life with a knife, Is it suicide, or 40-to-life? You know, sadness is a crime, here You want one of those? Well, he has ten of ‘em (10 of ‘em?) (10 of ‘em!) We're all women here— And we have the worst of it We're all 1:2 here 2:1 here 1:2 here, Fuck it then He wants them all Well, then He can have all of them— But one He wants them all, Well, then, He can have all of them But one Bring a plus one Bring a plus one Now we're all done here Now I wonder Now I wonder What was all done here I was nothing, Then something then someone Then no one, Then all of us You want one of those? Well, he has ten of ‘em (10 of ‘em?) (10 of ‘em!) We're all women here— And we have the worst of it We're all 1:2 here 2:1 here 1:2 here, Fuck it then He wants them all Well, then He can have all of them— But one He wants them all, Well, then, He can have all of them But one

This weekend is my big guys golf trip. We have a great group of 16 guys who play a mini Ryder Cup style tournament for a trophy and major bragging rights. Trying to put together the two full sets I will bring with me. I love custom golf clubs and the My Spider GT program from TaylorMade is awesome! I built a custom Spider GT that matches my custom Stealth Plus+ driver!

Putters up! It's time to play some mini golf! This classic, casual recreational competition is great for just about everybody. Aside from attempting to putt your ball into the whole in as few strokes as possible, mini golf is fun due to the wide range of theming and variety from course to course, and hole to hole. On this podcast we talk about the putt putt holes we would like to see in the world. Also our recommendations, a game about “mini” things and band updates galore!

Robbie C joins the show to sell me on Polecats!Subscribe ► http://bit.ly/FoundationPodcastsCheck out the Store: http://foundationdiscs.comWebsite: http://FDNSports.comPatreon: http://patreon.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Disc Golf: http://youtube.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Nation: http://youtube.com/foundationnationchannelDisc Reviews: http://youtube.com/c/FoundationDiscGolfReviewsJoin our Facebook group: http://facebook.com/groups/317249770164945Follow Us:http://instagram.com/foundationdiscgolfhttp://twitter.com/foundationdghttp://facebook.com/foundationdiscshttp://discord.gg/foundationdiscgolfhttp://reddit.com/r/FoundationDiscGolf

We made it to Episode 84 of the Behind the Golf Brand Podcast.  In this week's episode, I interview my good friend Ryan Duffey the Founder and CEO of Meridian Putters.At Meridian they don't believe that a custom milled putter should cost you thousands of dollars and they know your game deserves better than your typical machine cast putter off the rack that the big brands mass produce. That's why at Meridian they have set out to create an elite yet affordable group of milled stainless steel putters emphasizing roll, direction, forgiveness and feel to give you the confidence to hole that putt whether it's to win a $2 nassau or that club championship you've been gunning for. Their putters are designed by engineers with years of industry experience and tested by tournament players so you know you're getting the best product out there. They have three different models with different variations to fit your stroke and even have custom design options for those who want to take it a notch further.Support the show

The boys are back and bouncing all over the place.  We start with the open, then to the homerun derby, Lebron / MJ, and finally what the hell happened to Sportscenter??  Our College Football win totals are fresh and ready to roll this week and finally, our Top 5.  Top 5 College Athlete Destinations.

Holly's guest is Brian Tennyson, Former Top 30 PGA Tour member and President of Lean Lock Putters  - Learn how to free up your mind and become a great lag putter like Cameron Smith.        

On this week's Fully Equipped, GOLF's Jonathan Wall and Ryan Barath are joined by Golf Laboratories Gene Parente to preview gear at the 150th Open Championship. They dive in TaylorMade's new driving stealth driving irons, PING releasing the ChipR wedge and what Tiger Woods hopes to gain by adding lead tape to his putter. The episode then concludes with an exclusive interview featuring recent John Deere Classic winner J.T. Poston.

Passenger 57 (1992) is known for it's all-time great one-liner “Always bet on black!”. But is there anything else memorable about it? We revisit this airline hijacking terrorism Die Hard action film and hope there's something. Anything. Also, personal Maki updates! The post BMFcast548 – Passenger 57 – Cutter with a Putter first appeared on Bad Movie Fiends Podcast - The BMFcast.

Pat and Tom kick off the episode recapping some recent international tournament results with WAGM 2022 and the M.C. Mini Masters (an AMA tournament), as well as looking ahead to some competitive putting on the horizon including Putt18 (https://www.facebook.com/Putt18) and the Putter's League Atlanta (https://www.facebook.com/puttersleagueatlanta). Then it's a full blast of episode rundowns as they cover all the results from the past three episodes (7, 8 & 9) including some hole talk, their favorite Muppet moments and all the good and bad that they can remember from thier notes! At the end they take a look ahead at some of their expecations for the season finale and break down our season winners, along with some hole notes along the way. ​ Find visuals and context for our conversations on social media on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/puttcastmini/) | Twitter (https://twitter.com/puttcastmini) | Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/puttcastmini) ​ Follow A Coulple of Putts at @coupleputts on Instagram (https://instagram.com/coupleputts), Twitter (https://twitter.com/coupleputts) & Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/CouplePutts/) and The Putting Penguin on Twitter (https://twitter.com/puttingpenguin), Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/theputtingpenguin/), Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/theputtingpenguin) as well. ​ Episode Hosts: Tom (https://www.instagram.com/tomrloftus) (aka Mr. Tee) of A Couple of Putts (https://www.acoupleofputts.com/) I Pat (https://twitter.com/accountingninja) of The Putting Penguin (http://www.theputtingpenguin.com/) ​ Holes Ep 7- Night of Music: Polecano | Hole # 2 | The Pecker | The Distractor | Full Mooney | Holeywood | Big Foot Wedge ​ Holes Ep 8- No Touchy-Touchy: The Fishing Hole | Polecano | The Distractor | Hole #2 | The Pecker | Holeywood | Big Foot Wedge Holes Ep 9- Is This guy Weird?: Dutch Courage en Fuego | King Parthur's Court | Donut Hole | Hole #2 | The Distractor | The Pecker | Trap-Tee-Ze ​ Competitors Ep 7: Tyler Kairey | Okky Masgono | Allie Chipkin | Kiara Harris | Michael Towns | Emily Kraudel | Nick Hanulik | Beth Farnsworth ​ Competitors Ep 8: Lisa Conley | Alexandra Bare | Francis Biondi | William Keys | Obie O'Brien | Abai Peace Dunbar | Matthew Cullen | Ashley Dutka Competitors Ep 9: Kate Pasterkiewicz | Joe Larkin | Erika Shavers | Nicole Jones | Mark Smalls | Michelle Na | Thang Le | Nathan Joy

I was extremely honoured to sit down with Greg Chalmers, an Australian golfing legend! Mr Chalmers has 466 (and counting) starts on the PGA Tour and is ranked in the Top 3 putters of all time. Greg is a well spoken, intelligent guy with some stories to tell! In Part A of this episode, he shares stories about playing with Tiger Woods, reflects on his PGA Tour win, but most interestingly reflects on travelling to the US in 1999 and playing the PGA Tour pre-smart phones, FaceTime and the Metasphere.You can find Greg on your TV! or even get a lesson from him for $100 through the Skillest app which you can download via the app store. You can also find him through his Twitter account https://mobile.twitter.com/gregchalmerspga and Instagram @gregchalmers1973Thanks to our partner Tour Tee Golf you can purchase the best tee in golf using the code TMGOLF20 gets you 20% off at https://golffanatics.com.au/Find me:All the information you need here: https://www.liinks.co/tmgolfBecome a monthly online subscriber: https://skillest.com/app/profile/toby-mcgeachieBook an in-person lesson Website: https://www.tmgolf.com.auEmail: toby@tmgolf.com.auSocialInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/tmgolf_/TikTok https://tiktok.com/@tmgolf_Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TMGolfCoach/Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/toby-mcgeachie-7a74488a/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/TMGOLF

Robert Bettinardi had a passion for golf, and he had manufacturing expertise. He merged the two and almost a year and many pounds of steel later, he had milled his own putter. Bettinardi went on to manufacture for Titleist and Scotty Cameron before establishing family-owned putter brand Bettinardi Golf, which makes “the Ferrari” of putters from start to finish at Bettinardi's factory just outside Chicago. Golfer Matthew Fitzpatrick recently won 2022 U.S. Open with one of the brand's putters and will soon compete in the British Open with it in hand as well. Robert Bettinardi shares why his putters will always be Made in America and how the company is growing. Photo courtesy of Bettinardi Golf

Profound double bassist talks about creating art that is true to his soul and still being able to sing for his supper.

This week's topic is one we just do not speak enough about! And I'm thrilled that I get to speak to Genevieve Putter about it. Postpartum doula, coach and content creator, Genevieve Putter, is on a mission… Since becoming a mother in 2016, her life's purpose has become to spread education around mother-centred care. She's also the face behind the brand New Normal, with a loyal Instagram following and in-person and digital support groups, and co-created an ante-natal workshop called Oh Baby. She is a certified Postpartum Doula with Wombs South Africa, as well as a Postpartum Care Provider with the international organization, Innate Traditions. She also writes for various publications and online portals as #thedigitaldoula, with her most recent position as an online coach for Lil-lets South Africa's, Lil-lets Talk maternity programme. After the birth of her son, Genevieve was severely unprepared for her journey into matrescence. After an emergency C-section, the first time mom had no idea that the coming months of navigating life with a newborn would change her life fundamentally. Genevieve helps me understand just how difficult birth can be and how unsupported women often are in this transitional process, and speaks about birth trauma and its nuance within the South African private healthcare system as a mother who experienced it as well as a postpartum doula whose many clients do too. Check out Gen's work online here: https://www.thenewnormal.support/ or on Instagram: @t.h.e.n.e.w.n.o.r.m.a.l This week's episode is sponsored by BYY. BYY is the fastest growing parenting portal in South Arica, offering expert advice, free resources and support to the parenting community. Check out Babyyumyum.co.za for more information.

His name is Ben Baller, not Ben Humble & he's here to discuss: Announcing the First Annual Washed Lord Invitational Golf Tournament, Angeles National Golf Club, friends who want to invite Pros to the tournament, Justin Timberlake playing, sponsorship opportunites, watching a lot more golf, BB x Taylor Made Putter 2 coming, Baller Breaks on Wednesday, Roe vs. Wade being overturned, protests across the country, hitting Dave & Buster's with the family, Happy Birthday to Ben's Mother in Law, what he's watching, NBA Draft Swag, Jordan guesting on the next episode and his upcoming wedding, going to UFC on Saturday with Nicolette, CaptainPicks coming for the crown & more. This episode is not to be missed!  Please support our sponsors: http://Shopify.com/Baller If you are interested in Tennis, MLB, Soccer, UFC & more Picks daily, weekly or monthly subscribe at www.CaptainPicks.com & Follow @TheCaptainPicks on Instagram Produced by: DBPodcasts www.dbpodcasts.com Follow @dbpodcasts on Instagram & Twitter Music by @lakeyinspired Available on all Podcast Platforms, YouTube & BehindTheBallerPod.com Behind The Baller Theme Music  Artist: Illegal Kartel (@illegal_kartel_mikal_shakur) Produced by: Gene Crenshaw @yuyuthemaker

We're excited to continue our equipment education series with one of the top clubfitters in the industry - Woody Lashen from Pete's Golf (www.petesgolf.com). In this episode, we discuss everything that goes into a putter fitting. Thanks to our show sponsor, The Indoor Golf Shop, you can find them at www.shopindoorgolf.com for all of your home golf simulator needs. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week on 'Golf with Jay Delsing' we talk LIV Golf. We also welcome Nelly Korda back to the LPGA tour and Women's US Open. Then we unpack Barbara and Jack Nicklaus's newest philanthropic endeavor and the huge money they are raising. Finally, I break down a case of the putter yips.

Jordan's week at Memorial inspired hope that his putter is indeed not dead. The real test is whether he can carry it into a Major. We are back to discuss his week at Jack's Place plus give our thoughts on Phil Mickelson committing to the first LIV Event. Oh, and did you know that Bob and Jordan will be in Brookline for the US Open? The trio discusses the test that The Country Club will provide as well. Props to Golf Digest for the Tour that they do of the course which is linked below. Enjoy! ThriveFantasy: https://www.thrivefantasy.com/?promo=GGT Country Club Tour: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9e_CnoWUYg

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Tursky was at The Memorial where there was a TON of equipment testing going on. Adam Scott breaks down his new, custom, irons. Jordan Spieth is testing a few new putters and Carlos Ortiz is still playing some old Pings!

This week's guest, Ben (#2), walks Robbie and Brad through his bag and the unique circumstance in which he received the plastic inside. Robbie challenges Brad to throw putters and to help Ben diagnose a much needed shot type in his game; but, does this task break Brad's spirit???Want To be A Guest?Fill Out The Guest Request Here: https://forms.gle/KSRcmLuvW6y622Zj7Subscribe ► http://bit.ly/FoundationPodcastsCheck out the Store: http://foundationdiscs.comWebsite: http://FDNSports.comPatreon: http://patreon.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Disc Golf: http://youtube.com/foundationdiscgolfFoundation Nation: http://youtube.com/foundationnationchannelDisc Reviews: http://youtube.com/c/FoundationDiscGolfReviewsJoin our Facebook group: http://facebook.com/groups/317249770164945Follow Us:http://instagram.com/foundationdiscgolfhttp://twitter.com/foundationdghttp://facebook.com/foundationdiscshttp://discord.gg/foundationdiscgolfhttp://reddit.com/r/FoundationDiscGolf