Wednesday, November 25, 2009
The end is here.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
After 18 years...
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Generating Power
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
End of the season
Friday, September 18, 2009
Age and Score
Equipment
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Trevino's secret
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Saturday morning
Thursday's outcome
Thursday, September 10, 2009
My Latest Changes
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sobriety
Club selection
- Because knowing that I have enough club means that I can modulate my stroke, from what feels like about 60% effort to about 80% effort, and
- that, in turn, means that it's extremely unlikely that I'll have a gross mis-hit, either fat or thin, pushed or pulled, sliced or hooked.
- That means I don't have to feel like a dummy for having hit an embarrasment of a shot, and
- THAT MAKES THE GAME EASIER. Not easy, mind you, but easier. And
- that means I have more time and energy to devote to preparing to hit the best shot of my life.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
IMPACT: The Essential Thought
- The thought process starts with an overview of the shot I want to play; the landing area and the trajectory that I want to employ, either straight, draw/hook or fade/slice.
- Then I leave that thought, and go to the setup, stance and alignment, and clubface orientation. I follow Hogan's example: the body can only accommodate one swing sequence. The hands and body must perform the same task repeatedly, but inserting the club in the hands is like inserting a drill bit into a chuck. I start out with the grip on the club with the face perpendicular to the line of flight, then turn the handle clockwise to produce a left-to-right shot, anticlockwise to promote a right-to-left trajectory, then aim accordingly.
- Then I leave thought to and revisit all of the sequential cues and feels that make up my swing, from the takeaway to the shoulder hitting the chin to the left heel plant to the transitional hip sequence to the finish pose
- Then I leave all of that behind, and concentrate on approaching impact feeling as though the knuckles of my left hand are above and behind my left wrist. I know, intellectually, that they're not, and that my right hand is in fact driving the clubhead down, but I also know that it takes almost 1/2 of a second for a sense impression to reach the brain. And I know from experience that this sequence of thought gives me my best chance to hit a decent, acceptable golf shot.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Understanding Hogan's game
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sobriety
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Why the short game is so important
Thursday, July 23, 2009
New stuff, and an aha! moment.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Forgiving equipment
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Foot (or, more precisely, Heel) Work
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Long-time problem solved.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Hogan
Two-day experiment
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Power of the Cock
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Backswing basics that are virtually unknown
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Your swing and mine.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Too much practice
- On the range, you decide where you want to hit the ball; on the course, the target (the fairway, green, hole) is there, and you either hit it where you should or you've made a mistake. You don't get to decide.
- On the range, you can hit 10 5-irons in a row, making changes until you're satisfied with the result, then hit a bunch more 5-irons, and convince yourself that your stroke is fine. But in reality, you've developed a stroke that is tailored for a particular situation that you'll never find on a golf course.
Friday, April 24, 2009
A reminder
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Hybrids -- last chance
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
New driver!
Monday, April 20, 2009
On the count of seven
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A word to the young from the other side of youth
Monday, April 13, 2009
The past weekend
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Yesterday...
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Explanation of the loft x directional accuracy relationship
Woods in the wind
- The smaller hitting area is no problem, because I don't create a lot of clubhead speed, and the ballmarks on the face of the bigger drivers indicate that I tend to be very close to the middle 95% of the time, anyway.
- The slower one swings the club, the less feel one has, and the added weight of the persimmon club makes up for that, since feel = weight x speed.
- The lower loft of the face means straighter shots and lower shots that won't plug in soft fairways.
- The smaller face means that I can tee the ball almost as low as I do for an iron tee-shot, and not have to use a special "modern driver swing" that catches the ball on the upswing.
- The only negative is that the modern ball just doesn't spin the way the old balata did, so there's less lift, but on a windy day...I might have to try that!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The new season begins.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Tiger's Game
- Snead v. Hogan: Snead had the power, and the talent, that Hogan envied, but Hogan had the mental toughness and work ethic (and pure cussedness) that Snead didn't approach. They were both poor kids who valued the money, but Snead seemed to have enjoyed golf more (considering that he was still playing into the last year of his life)
- Palmer v. Nicklaus: Arnold was there first, the transformative power hitter who feared nothing, not trees, not long putts, not even young Jack, who hit it further and higher and straighter and smarter. Jack was the first of the rich kids.
- Nicklaus v. Trevino: another talent mismatch, but Trevino knew how to get under Jack's skin, and nobody ever played more smart shots, had more control, or more guts on the green than Lee...but if Nicklaus was playing his best, he was untouchable.
- Mickelson v. Woods: Each was a young phenom (Mickelson won a pro tournament before he turned pro), each was strong, both could putt...but Tiger is Hogan to Phil's Snead. He has the work ethic, the mental toughness, and the mean streak PLUS he has Team Tiger: Stevie, the IMG group, Elin...and Pappy's Ghost.
- Woods v. ???: Not Els, not Garcia, not Harrington. Some kid, maybe McIlroy.
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
The Tiger
William Blake. 1757–1827
TIGER, tiger, burning bright in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, and water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?