Gowf Chronicles, 4 May 2010

Great Zot I've fallen behind again. So anyway… I spent Tuesday morning (4 May) in the company of 9 other superannuated wannabe duffers, in a "Senior Golf School" conducted on a gorgeous course (Stow Acres) in East-Central Massachusetts (Stow, Mass (surprise, surprise) - Johnny Appleseed country). The Golf School at Stow Acres sets aside a number of two-half-day sessions for "Seniors" leaving a day off in between to let us old farts recover. Instructor-to-student ration is one-to-five, so one gets a fair amount of attention. I let our "teaching pro" know that I was a rank beginner and he was delighted – "no bad habits to unlearn" – well, maybe, maybe not, I cautioned. At any rate I figured any bad habits I have after Thursday can be laid at his doorstep.
So I learned the proper way to approach the ball, pick a target line, align one's elderly self vis-à-vis the ball, grip the stick, swing the booger, etc. etc. Tiger needs not fret, of course, but I had the feeling that I walked away from the session somewhat less a rank beginner and slightly more informed about how this thing is supposed to be done. If nothing else I have a routine for lining up on the ball correctly, and I will say that by the end of the morning fewer of my shots sucked entirely. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.