Dad's new irons

The moral of this post is simple. Next time you are driving past a garage sale and your eyes are caught by the glimmer of reflective steel, pass it by. It's not the club, it's the swing. 

Dad spent about an hour blasting away with his new irons. It wasn't pretty, apparently. "I left with a sore neck, now I have a sore back," Dad admitted after returning from his practice session with the new sticks. 

Don't feel bad for him though. We're working on correcting a hitch at the top of his back swing. He tends to overswing with all his might and doesn't let the club do the work. I remind him that golf is a finesse game and hope that he finds harmony on the course. He lives for that one 300 yard drive a round and not the low score. It's what drives him. I wonder if he takes out all his pent-up frustration on that little 1-inch ball every swing. I promise Mom that whatever makes Dad happy on the course, we'll let it be. But that doesn't mean I can't work with him on being more relaxed over the ball so he's more consistent and can have a better time out there. 

The bottom line though is simple. Enjoy your time on the course and forget about everything for those couple hours. Mom wants Dad to golf. She knows he loves being out there, even if he loses a couple balls every now and then. 

If you have a husband that likes to golf and he doesn't mind playing with someone he doesn't know to well, call Dad. He's itching to get some more rounds in this year before hanging up the clubs for the season. He's great company and would really appreciate the opportunity.