This is so true, 10 years after I quit learning golf, I picked up my clubs again this year and tried learning the game. I noticed that whenever I tried to concentrate on my swing too much or second guess my form, I would end up digging dirt or missing the ball entirely.

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One of the distinguished bosses at work was relating a golfing story to me. There was this guy who was a former member of the Philippine Junior Golfers who had a golf handicap of 8. When he lost his leg due to a freak gun cleaning accident (yes, it’s true, I know the guy) he was able to walk and play golf again via a prosthetic leg. His handicap however went up to 16.

Guess that means if he losses another leg his handicap will go up to 24 *kidding*

I haven’t been able to whack those red plastic balls of mine for two weeks already… I have this pretty bad injury that I got while whacking one early morning… it felt like I twisted a muscle in my rib cage and as soon as I felt that short jab of searing pain it made me grab my chest… So far trying to get up or lie down on our bed is a buffet of pain served by the Marquis de Sade himself, even moving quickly has the same effect… any action I take to try and avoid that sweet spot of pain always falls to naught… I had it “hilot” but it turned worse, I woke up the next day with a light fever and a sore throat Uh-oh…

But then the pain doesn’t prevent me from lying down next to my son to talk to him, nor to pick him up and cradle him to sleep… opportunities like that just make me clamp down hard and endure the pain…

With the plastic balls I’ve been using for practice I was getting about 42ft of distance with a 7 iron. Out of curiosity I decided to switch to a new ball since the practice balls that I’ve been using were dirty, weathered and already had their fair share of seeing the business end of a golf club…

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