Getting and Staying in Golf and Golfing Shape
Saturday, July 28th, 2007
Both hands on the club , my body tense in anticipation of flush contact. Eyes preoccupied with a distant stare of the uncertainty of the golf ball’s destination. I realize that the swing sequence has begun , and i put all available resources into sending the ball on a wanton mission of distance collection. I sense the nature of Fred Couple’s golfing swing. the mass chaos of Tiger Wood’s hips as they rotate through the hitting area , the silent stare of John Daly’s gallery as they try to interpret what they have just saw. It hurts , its sickly and I hear voices from nearby. My body is vibrating like a marked down golf club. I nearly pass out from physical exertion.
Once I get back on my feet to review the moment and wait for everything to die down, I realize that the instument swinging this club has been totally neglected and is in a state of sad disprepair. My extensive regimem up to now is lost.
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