You’re standing over an approach shot that matters.
Maybe it saves par. Maybe it keeps a good round alive. Either way, you’ve got the number, picked the club and started thinking about the shot you actually want to hit.
Then you look down.
There’s a layer of dried mud packed into the grooves of your iron.
Now you’re searching for the towel.
Is it clipped to the bag? On the cart? Did you leave it next to the last green? By the time you find it, clean the club and get back over the ball, the little bubble of concentration you had thirty seconds ago is gone.
Did the missing towel cause the bogey that follows?
