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About Me
DEFINITION OF A GOLF SWING: Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem.The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. Which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the little finger. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is led back. Pulled into position not by the hands, but by the body which turns away from the target shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable as the body coils down at the top of the swing. Theres a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods. Yeah, to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. And now...