Wednesday, February 14, 2007

I forgot to not try to not remember

A funny thing happened to me on the way to a golf shot--I forgot my SWING THOUGHTS! Like greased pigs, they slipped through my fingers. Without them, I I felt naked, exposed, and vulnerable (dangling, if you know what I mean) as I stood over my ball and failed to latch onto any of the litany of swing thoughts whizzing through my mind like children swirling by on a teacup ride, "Kick knee in, keep arms close, hands low, rotate torso..." I couldn't focus on any of them, so decided to screw it and swing away. Hit an 8 iron to 5 feet. A few shots later, went through the same process (or lack of) on a wedge--chunked it half as far as I should have. Bloody confusing business. However, I think I'm going to stick with this. It's much easier to let the annoying, cloying, desperate swing thoughts go somewhere else while I play golf.

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