We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Jack Nicklaus said that he only thinks of one swing thought (two at the most) every time he swings the club. It only makes sense that the rest of these thoughts you must know and implement without thinking about them if you want to put a decent swing on the ball. The solution? Find a really good golf instructor that can teach you how to do that.
ps. I'm a golf instructor - come see me - bring a big bag of money!
Golf is a game that truly keeps one humble. I remember going home after a nine hole round where I broke 40 (a good round for me) thinking that at last I had figured it out. Next round...don't want to talk about.
Problem is...muscle memory...even when one knows (intellectually) what has to be done to fix a swing...muscle memory gets in the way. Been swinging so long one way...it becomes embetted in the brain and body.
Still...it's a wonderful game. The effort itself is always about hope. Some days are better than others; but there's always tomorrow...right after hitting fifty balls on the range.
Very interesting figure and it makes me think of my fickle tennis swing as well. It also brings to mind a thought of Ben Hogan's on the swing grip, a thought I try to apply to other areas of life as well - "hold your club as if it were a small bird, not so tight as to crush it, but not so loose as to let it get away from you."
That weren't Hennie Bogan; that were Slammin' Sammy Snead, that yokel from West Virginny, what said that. I has never held a small bird, nor have I held a tube of toothpaste so as not to squueze any paste from said tube.
Speaking of that--do you know why it is a known fact that the tooth brush was invented in Alabama?
Because if it had been invented anywhere else, it would have been called the teethbrush.
I started coaching amateur ice hockey with two reference books: John Wooden's They call me coach and Tim Galwey's The inner game of tennis (aka "getting out of your own way"). life and sports lessons abound, my two favorites, Wooden's introduction to each year's team was how to put on a pair of socks (without a crease, so that there's no late game blister); Galwey's "pretend you've been cast in a movie as the world's greatest tennis player". my favorite teams were average players who believed themselves into champions.