Air has opened the door for the "rest of the story".
Last week, Wayne asked me to take a look as he prepared for the Championship. He was 'almost there', but something wasn't quite clicking. He knew it, and the occasional push-cut joined in the chorus.
One swing told me all I needed to know: Arch Enemy #1 -- Steering -- was alive and well. I showed him what was going on, and we did a few drills to free his Golfer's Flail (Arm Swing and Wrist Action). The corrections in place, each new swing sent the ball soaring straighter and straighter and higher and higher and farther and farther.
In my best Martin Luther King, Jr., oratory, I began to preach, "Free at last! Free at last! Great God All Mighty . . . Free at last!"
Wayne picked up on my message and spent the rest of the lesson chanting before each swing, "Free the people! Free the people!"
That's the way I left him the weekend before the tournament. When he returned victorious on Friday, he told me (and a half dozen other well-wishers milled 'round), "I had only one swing thought the entire week."
And just what was that winning swing thought?
"Free the people. Free the people."
Worked for Wayne.
Works for me!
....'I'd hammer out compression....I'd hammer out w -e-d-g-e-s....I'd hammer out par between my brothers and sisters...all over this land"!
with apologies to Peter, Paul and Mary...
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HP, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, the courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Progress and not perfection is the goal every day!
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