There is a saying that makes the claim that the only way to become an expert at something is to have first made every mistake possible. If that were true, then I should be the best golfer in the world. I’ve seen good golfers, and I’ve seen great golfers.
I grew up during a time when golf wasn’t even on the map. We played team sports for the most part like baseball, basketball, football, and hockey. At the age of eighteen, I realized that these activities were going to come to a screeching halt soon and needed to find something else. So I took up golf.
There was a problem back then for the athletes in my era. We were ingrained with a “baseball” swing, and that just doesn’t cut it for golf. The weight stayed on the right side, and the swing was from the outside in. Hitting fat shots and big, roundhouse slices were the norm. What could I do?