Dear Golf Diary:
Indulge me for a minute----this evening’s experience has been a long time coming. I’ve been playing the game ---or at least going to the practice range, hitting balls, reading, and taking a few lessons---for a little over eight months now. Progress has not come easily and, quite frankly, diary, I have been struggling with my irons of late---really struggling
(I think that it was Ben Hogan who said that golers have to find there game "...in the dirt". Lately I'd been wondering whether Ben had actually meant for me to dig my way thru the dirt to China, divot by divot.)
But not tonight…
I just got in from a couple of hours at the driving range. Must have hit nearly 350 balls (200 more than ususal!--it was that kinda night) using my 4 thru 8 irons and for the first time in the eight months since I have taken up the game, my ball striking was much improved. Markedly. Really, diary. Shot after shot after quality shot. 7 irons hit to –and “at”--the 150 yard sign. In fact I regularly hit that sign, diary. And on purpose, too.
I suspect that I had maybe 2% or 3% mis-hits, fat or thin shots tonight. Maybe it was even less than that. This was a far cry from what had generally been going on over the past month or so. I suspect that in my last nine or ten range sessions, my percentage of mis-hits was in the 50% range---a statistic that makes you (or at least it did to me) consider the pursuit of fishing rather than golf and whether I should advertise my golf clubs being for sale on E-bay or in the local newspaper. It had become almost embarrassing to swing in front of other golfers. I think that a couple of little kids had even laughed at my "hosel rockets" a couple of weeks ago.
OK, so tonight’s heady experience wasn’t exactly like getting my first car or loosing my virginity.
(And besides, except for her name, I can hardly remember anything about that long ago teen-age night.) But I think that in terms of the development of my golf game, maybe tonight was just as momentous. A light went on.
(Light at the end of a tunnel, maybe?)
Earlier today, with the sun high in the sky, and in between client meetings, I had been messing around with my swing. Once, on one of my practice swings, as I went through my backswing, I saw my shadow move. Laterally, diary. Laterally. Then I saw my shadow move again in another attempt at a smooth backswing. I’d caught myself swaying darn it. Revelation! I then “bet myself” that the sway was the chief cause of all of the mis-hits. Couldn’t wait until the end of the business day to get to the range. I developed a new swing thought -----“stay stable”---- and widened my stance just a little. The net result was a real breakthrough in my still developing golf swing.
I guess that when you are learning how to do anything that is new and difficult (like golf) and you have 'a knowledge or performance breakthroughs' -when “the light comes on”, the feeling can be euphoric. I can’t wait to get back range in a couple of nights. Too bad that I have to work tomorrow. Can’t wait to turn on more lights---and maybe knock down that ‘150 yard sign’. Who knows, maybe those kids that laughed at all the hosel rockets a couple of weeks back will be there.
----Jimwill