The End Was Just the Beginning (#4)


 The Heart-Pounding Field Test

Determined not to repeat the Saipan disaster,
I exported my shiny new app as an APK, installed it on my phone, and headed out to the course.


Goal: Since I’d shot in the 80s last time, aim for a stable bogey round.
Reality: 102.


My driver was actually working for once, so I confidently logged “Straight” and “Push” as I played.
In between, I thought, “Maybe I should add a function to track topped shots, worm burners, and OBs too.”


๐ŸŒ A Quick Gear Detour


Center-shaft putters were all the rage, so my sister and I spent four hours hitting every brand we could find:
PXG, Evnroll, Bettinardi, Callaway, TaylorMade… and probably more I forgot.

I ended up buying the Bettinardi Antidote purely because it was cute.


(I’ve been a loyal Bettinardi putter fan for five years—four putters in five years.)
But… why doesn’t mine roll straight?
I bought it to fix my 1–2 meter putts, but it’s somehow ruining my long putts too.
Let’s just blame my 102 on that.




๐Ÿ“‰ The Beginning of Tragedy


After a long list of excuses (golfer’s rite of passage), I stumbled home with my 102.
Saved the score, printed the basic scorecard—no problem.

Then I saw a fake “test” score I’d entered earlier, cluttering the list.
Clicked delete.


Prompt: “Are you sure you want to delete this?” → Of course, yes!


…and watched my freshly entered Seoseoul CC score disappear before my eyes.
Four hours of precious input—gone. RIP, 102.



Yeah Duh! Delete the fake score, permanently!


๐Ÿ” Detective Mode ON


More shocked than I was at the triple digits, I started testing on my way home.
Saved dummy scores for courses 1, 2, 3, and 4.


Delete “4” → “1” disappears.
Delete “3” → works fine.
What kind of pattern is this?! ๐Ÿคฏ


Conclusion: My app had just wiped every single record.
Bonus bug: scores over 100 spill out of the table cell. Apparently the app thought I’d never shoot triple digits again.


๐ŸŒ™ Midnight Rage Repair Mode


Got home at midnight. Tried to sleep. Couldn’t.


Fired up the laptop again and dove headfirst into the endless fix-test-delete cycle.
“If I can’t fix this, I’m not sleeping. If I go down, you’re coming with me, my friend GPT.”


Played serial killer with my own data—delete after delete—until I finally cracked it.
Now my scores won’t randomly vanish anymore.
(Too bad my 102 is still gone forever.)


Just in case, I added a backup save function.
Of course, if you don’t actually press “Backup,” it’s useless.

GPT, bless its heart, added the save but forgot the restore.


So… argue, fix, test, restore, repeat.

When I finally looked up, the sun was rising. ☀️


Maybe I thought I would never log 3-digit scores anymore? :(


๐Ÿ’ก And Then It Hit Me…

After all that pain, I realized—it would be a waste not to tell this story.

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