Alright, let’s talk about today’s practice. Did some work with the eva golf balls.
It wasn’t just one thing, you know? It was a bit of a mix.
- The Mat: Had the little square hitting mat out in the yard.
- The Club: Mostly stuck with the 7-iron today. Trying to get that consistent contact feel.
- The Balls: Those lightweight eva foam ones. The bright yellow kind, can’t miss ’em.
- The Target: Didn’t bother with a net. Just used an old cushion propped against the fence. More about the swing path today.
So yeah, it was a setup. You get bits and pieces working with this stuff.
Thoughts on Eva Practice
Honestly, hitting foam balls is… okay. It’s not real golf, not by a long shot. You don’t get that proper feedback. Can’t really tell if it was a draw or a fade, just kinda goes thwack. The feel off the clubface is totally different. It’s basically swinging practice with a bit of impact.
But lots of us end up doing this kind of thing, don’t we? We piece together ways to practice when we can’t get to the course or the range. Maybe it’s putting on the carpet, swinging in the mirror, or thwacking these foam balls in the backyard.
Why? Well, life. Finding a 4-hour window for a round? Tough. Getting to the range after work? Sometimes impossible. Weather sucks? Stuck inside. So you improvise. You grab what you can.
The result is your practice feels scattered. A bit of this, a bit of that. It doesn’t always feel like you’re building something solid. More like patching holes.
Why I Started With Eva Balls
Funny thing is, I really got into using these eva balls for a specific reason. It wasn’t just about convenience back then.
Remember those first few months when everything shut down? Yeah, that period. Stuck at home, couldn’t go anywhere. Driving range was closed, course was closed. Everything was closed. I was going stir-crazy. Needed to swing a club, do something golf-related or I felt like I’d climb the walls.
Saw these eva balls online, ordered them on a whim. Didn’t expect much. Cleared a small space in the garage. Had to be careful not to hit the stored furniture or the lawnmower. Hung up an old moving blanket. And I just started swinging. Hitting those little foam balls against the blanket. Thwack. Thwack. My neighbour probably thought I was losing it.
It wasn’t about improving my handicap then. It was about having a small routine, a physical outlet. It was about keeping some connection to the game, even if it was just the motion. Kept me sane, honestly.
So, now, even though things are back to normal, I still use them sometimes. Like today. Quick session, focusing on tempo. And every time I hit one, there’s a tiny part of me that remembers swinging in that cramped garage, just needing to feel the club move.
Guess it reminds me that perfect practice isn’t always possible, or even the point. Sometimes, just doing something is what counts. And sometimes, it’s about more than just golf.
