I played golf yesterday. Or, more accurately, I played AT it - I don't think any competent person could watch me and call what I do "Playing Golf".
Anyway. I played.
The thing is, I have never played very well, but over time I have learned to play a little better than I have in the past and my 'game' was progressing - slowly. Very slowly.
There are some things about which I can get impatient. Like golf.
I've been studying a video of Ben Hogan's where he demonstrates his famous swing.
When HE does it, it looks simple.
When I do it - not so much.
I took my new swing out to the course with me yesterday.
I would have been much better served had I left my new swing - and the clubs - at home.
Not one drive in the fairway. Not one.
Second shots? good. Close in irons? Amazing. Putts? Deadly accurate.
But getting off the tee in any kind of decent shape is, was, and apparently always will be, my problem.
Darn it. This is all my dad's fault. I'm left handed. My dominant side is my left. I FEEL everything with my left side. Which would be fine if I actually knew how to swing lefty. But I don't. When I was a wee lad my dad taught me to swing righty. And now, as an adult, I can't swing from the left side. I just can't. And I really wish I could.
I'm an old dog. I can't teach myself new tricks.