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I loved golf. It was my obsession. I played while I should have been studying. It added an extra six months to my degree through failed classes.
But I had a mean bitch of a slice and couldn't get rid of it ... and couldn't afford lessons to correct it. So I sold my clubs and left it all behind.
That was 25 years ago.
Yesterday I had my first lesson with a pro. I had been playing again a couple times a week with my hideous "bend-90-degrees-in-the-air" slice and was at maximum frustration.
So the guy looks at my swing and says, "Well, you have a slicer's grip and swing." (No shit, Sherlock). "Just rotate your top hand like so, square the club before takeaway, concentrate on rolling your wrists at impact." (OK - he said more than that but you get the drift)
Oh. My. God. I could feel my swing flatten and not chop over the top ... and suddenly the ball was going straight or drawing slightly. Then I started swinging harder, and it still stayed straight.
Then I noticed I was hitting the back of the net at the driving range ....
The obsession is back and I'm loaded for bear :evilgrin:
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