Ian, your sig says, "Once you learn the swing, your next step is mastering golf psychology." I'm beginning to wonder if it might be in reverse order...
Yesterday I played 18 holes at a pretty challenging course, my first round since my "worst ever" round last week. It was busy so they put me and my partner with another two guys, both of whom were quite good. I always find this a bit intimidating, because it makes me very self-conscious about how badly I play. So I found myself playing badly right from the start: topping and just grazing the ball off the tee. Not only that, I couldn't help watching these two guys, both of whom hit the ball very well, long and straight, mostly. Even the shots they were cursing at were shots I would have been delighted with. They had similar swings to each other, but very different from mine. In particular, at setup they both reached out for the ball and seemed to set up with the ball in front of the toe. If I did this, I'd miss the ball altogether. But one fellow, who also had a very shallow backswing, was driving about 280 this way. The other was consistently 250, straight as a javelin.
Anyway, things went badly for me. After a few holes I realized that I was setting up like them and reaching, and making a mess of the drive. I corrected that but was still having real troubles on the fairway. I tried to adjust this, and that, and took more practice swings, but to no avail. At the end of 9 holes I had a 65, well on my way to another 130 or worse. I was, as you might imagine, disgusted.
The turning point was the 11th hole, a 190 yard par 3, downhill to a green protected by a small marshy pond. For some reason, these two guys fell apart on this hole and both hit wicked slices waaaaaay off into the next fairway, and my partner did the same, only not as far. I was last, of course, and by then I figured, what the hell I'll probably join them over there. I stood up to the ball with no practice swings, set my feet and grip very quickly, did one little waggle and no takeaways, swung my hybrid in no particular hurry...and put the ball on the green about 12 ft from the flag. I was at the point where I just couldn't be bothered faffing with my setup and everything else (apologies for borrowing this useful british word, "faffing"), so I just got up and hit the ball. I sank the putt for a birdy--my second ever--and decided I was onto something.
For the next 7 holes, I held onto this attitude. I made a point of *not* watching those two guys swing, and I reduced my own pre-shot routine to what I had done at the tee on the 11th: commit to a line for the shot, step up and set my feet and grip without too much analysis, waggle once, and swing. I did the same with putting. It worked just fine. I shot a 50 on the back 9, which I was *very* happy with, and a 115 for the round, which was also perfectly satisfactory. I don't want to imply that all my shots were perfect from that point on, or that I hit all the greens in regulation. But I was doing okay, hitting the ball clean, pretty close to where I was aiming.
I don't know whether I can repeat this the next time out, but I *do* know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I have a golf swing that works, whether or not it is "correct," if I allow myself to use it.
Yesterday I played 18 holes at a pretty challenging course, my first round since my "worst ever" round last week. It was busy so they put me and my partner with another two guys, both of whom were quite good. I always find this a bit intimidating, because it makes me very self-conscious about how badly I play. So I found myself playing badly right from the start: topping and just grazing the ball off the tee. Not only that, I couldn't help watching these two guys, both of whom hit the ball very well, long and straight, mostly. Even the shots they were cursing at were shots I would have been delighted with. They had similar swings to each other, but very different from mine. In particular, at setup they both reached out for the ball and seemed to set up with the ball in front of the toe. If I did this, I'd miss the ball altogether. But one fellow, who also had a very shallow backswing, was driving about 280 this way. The other was consistently 250, straight as a javelin.
Anyway, things went badly for me. After a few holes I realized that I was setting up like them and reaching, and making a mess of the drive. I corrected that but was still having real troubles on the fairway. I tried to adjust this, and that, and took more practice swings, but to no avail. At the end of 9 holes I had a 65, well on my way to another 130 or worse. I was, as you might imagine, disgusted.
The turning point was the 11th hole, a 190 yard par 3, downhill to a green protected by a small marshy pond. For some reason, these two guys fell apart on this hole and both hit wicked slices waaaaaay off into the next fairway, and my partner did the same, only not as far. I was last, of course, and by then I figured, what the hell I'll probably join them over there. I stood up to the ball with no practice swings, set my feet and grip very quickly, did one little waggle and no takeaways, swung my hybrid in no particular hurry...and put the ball on the green about 12 ft from the flag. I was at the point where I just couldn't be bothered faffing with my setup and everything else (apologies for borrowing this useful british word, "faffing"), so I just got up and hit the ball. I sank the putt for a birdy--my second ever--and decided I was onto something.
For the next 7 holes, I held onto this attitude. I made a point of *not* watching those two guys swing, and I reduced my own pre-shot routine to what I had done at the tee on the 11th: commit to a line for the shot, step up and set my feet and grip without too much analysis, waggle once, and swing. I did the same with putting. It worked just fine. I shot a 50 on the back 9, which I was *very* happy with, and a 115 for the round, which was also perfectly satisfactory. I don't want to imply that all my shots were perfect from that point on, or that I hit all the greens in regulation. But I was doing okay, hitting the ball clean, pretty close to where I was aiming.
I don't know whether I can repeat this the next time out, but I *do* know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I have a golf swing that works, whether or not it is "correct," if I allow myself to use it.
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