Today I played golf with Dan, 19, who said he was in a slump. I responded by saying I intended to practice a new club, my fairway wood. I told him I had stroke in 98 and he said he wanted to become a physical trainer in sports medicine. I told him his ideal job would be at the Hospital for Special Care in New Britain, the same town where we were playing golf! It is where athletes go for rehab outside the bright lights of NYC and Boston. I figured out his problem. He can drive the ball and make short wedge shots to the green but he still has a lot to learn so he struggles if driver doesn't work. Anyway, I think I fixed his game. He had two birdies!
As we were finishing the round I pulled his fairway wood and told me he never used it before, so I told him how to set up the shot. He duffed it into the water so I showed him how to use it. 😀
We finished the round in a speedy 3-1/2 hours. I got to Jersey Mike's before the lunch time crowd showed up!
Marion
