Green Reading Perplexing?
My wife tells me that I should not become too overly-invested in having Paula Creamer give me a lag putt lesson this Christmas, as Ms. Creamer probably has other plans for the holidays. I asked about my birthday this spring, and got the same answer. That dream being dashed, she suggested that I be more proactive, and put more time in studying the art of reading greens, and since she is usually right, I agreed.
What I have found, of course, is an enormous body of information on the subject, written by various club and touring pros. A lot of it was already familiar to me, except that I never remember to do it on the course, or the prospect of slow play forbids it. Iâ€™m sure that the tour guys pick up the necessary information a lot faster than I do when lining up a putt. Familiar or not, I was reminded of how utterly undisciplined we amateurs can be in the shortest, and sometimes costliest, part of the game.
Somewhere in my mind, I knew that a light sheen meant I was putting against the grain, and that a dark one meant I was putting with it. The idea that a green set high in the area where a breeze comes through probably means a faster putt? Had no idea, no clue. They tell us to sense the firmness and crunchiness of the green when we first walk on it, and I never got around to doing that much. I did try to tie the green into the prevailing climate, but nothing so specific. Subconsciously, I must have approximated it, though. It makes too much sense.
The idea that the grass leans to a body of water, like the ocean, or leans toward the mountains? I guess the slope and water would fall from the heights like that. To see which side of the cup the grass is growing over? The course I usually play wonâ€™t let you get around that. After they mow the green, I think somebody visits all eighteen greens with a pair of barber scissors and gives the surrounding grain a crew cut.
Grain mostly affects a slow-moving ball, and in any dry climate, Iâ€™m a natural lagger, not truly believing in the putting line Iâ€™ve chosen, any more than I believe Iâ€™ll win the lottery next week (Iâ€™ll try to improve in that regard, but thatâ€™s another story). As for being a spot putter, choosing a target other than the hole, and preferably on the way to the hole, why would I have any more confidence in that than I do in the place where the flag usually sits? Perhaps a closer spot, one situated in a crucial part of the break improves oneâ€™s odds – how would I know?
The prevailing opinion seems to be that when lining up a putt, get as low to the ground as you can. At my age, with my knees feeling the way they sometimes do, that could get me a ride to the hospital where I could be unfolded by medical professionals. Looking at the putt from the low side is fine. One author tells me I had enough balance to walk on the green without falling over, so I should have enough sense to tell the low from the high side. Iâ€™ll be sure to try that next time.
The guys who know assure me that I should get far away from the ball so that I can see the putt in its larger perspective – how like life, provided I donâ€™t get so far away Â that I canâ€™t see the ball, the break, the hole, or my playing partners. Bifocals or trifocals, blended lenses included, are just as detrimental to a putt of any length as a gnarled putter bought out of barrel at a yard sale.
Daunting as all this might be, I am determined to improve my green-reading, inspired by Paulaâ€™s tournament winning miracle putt of last week, and already managing the disappointment that she will not be around this December to explain it to me personally.
I am left with the thought that putting is like the pursuit of excellence in many other things. Youâ€™ve just driven 250, hit a medium to long iron (or a daring three-wood), and chipped on to a reasonable distance from the hole, but to be truly excellent, you have to master this smaller, more geographically precise, finessed, small-muscle task before joining the elite percentage in this game. If you reached this par 5 in three or four, youâ€™re reasonably proficient, but now we need to prove our mettle at another level. If we made just a handful of these putts per round, or avoided just a handful of three or four-putts, how different our scorecards would look – and Paula knows exactly what Iâ€™m talking about.