There are two kinds of golfers: Those who believe in making birdies from the rough, and those who don't.
The player who believes saunters to his ball no matter the lie. It's like any other day for him. A professional in spirit, he sets up, as usual, no matter the hit before, and swings.
The athlete who doesn't is still thinking about the shot that put him in the weeds. He's unable to let go. To him, the rough is more than just tall grass; it's everything wrong with his swing, his preparation, his strength, his caddie, and his coach. He doesn't just doubt making a birdie; he questions making the cut.
Bad bounces and poor drives are part of the game. Some players get it and move on to the next flag.
Others need the world to conform to them, absolute planetary alignment, marshmallow clouds in the sky, and a smile from the cute girl in the front row just to have a chance.
What they can't seem to understand is, the rough is still part of the course. They're still in the game no matter the lie. And there are many more shots to take.
How will you take your next shot? Like a bratty child stuck in the weeds, or like an old pro who gets it. After all, grass is grass.