Once again sitting in the airport thinking about what could have been.  I gave it my all today and shot a two under par 70 but fell three shots shy of the number needed to qualify.  I have really been upbeat all year after disappointments, but this one for whatever reason really stings.  I felt that today was going to be my day and I was ready to play great.  I chipped in for par today on my fourth hole and I thought that was the swing of momentum I was going to need to make a surge the rest of the day.  However, missed putts and several untimely poor breaks stalled any momentum I had and I just couldn't scratch and claw my way far enough into the red by days end.  I hate losing.  I mean I really hate losing and I am sick of losing.  I am headed home tonight and I know tomorrow I will feel better about today and realize I actually did alot of things well today, but with the nature of Monday qualifiers didn't register quite enough birdies.  So where do I head from here?  I am going to stay the course and keep working harder than my competition.  I will be putting in some quality gym time and really keep after it on the range this week in terms of further refining the swing changes I am trying to make.
    I leave on Saturday for London, England.  I fully intend not to return back to the United States without having successfully qualified for this year's British Open.  I keep saying that my game is really feeling great and how confident and excited I am.  With that being said, I am beyond due for this skill set of mine to be rewarded.  I know I can't press and become impatient, but I have to keep believing that.  Golf is filled with adversity and this has been a definite period where I can't let it get the best of me.  Okay so enough with the serious talk.  I'll leave you all with a funny story.  I'm sure most everyone has seen Tin Cup.  If you haven't, well first shame on you, and second go get out from the cave you were living in.  Yesterday in my practice round I was playing right in front of Lee Janzen.  What makes this funny is on two consecutive holes I was over a hill where he couldn't see me.  He hit into our group with his driver and the first time I had to jump out of the way so the ball didn't hit me.  On the next hole his ball nailed my golf cart some five feet away from me.  I thought this was a surreal moment.  Instead of Roy Mcavoy shooting chili peppers up Lee Janzen's ass, Lee Janzen was shooting chili peppers up my ass.  Pardon my French, just quoting the movie.  My, oh my!!!!  Anyway I'll update before I leave for England later this week.  The really only part of this upcoming trip I am worried about is the two hour car ride I have to make on my way from London airport to the course I am playing.  If I can survive driving once again on the wrong side of the road, the golf part is going to seem easy!  Over and out from Hartford, Connecticut.