I'm known in my club as the luckiest golfer ever. I hit balls that are destined for the river in the lat hazard, but they find a tree and spit back into the fairway. A thicket of trees holds my ball? No problem. It's generally sitting nicely, with a look to the green.
If there's a friendly kick to have, or a positive outcome to a negative scenario, I usually get it. Trying to lay up, and instead I hook it? No problem. It sails through the trees, through the branches, and leaves a small chip to the green.
That's my game, baby.
