Before I cry like a baby again I want to share a dream with you.

That am about to not suck quite as badly. I am currently sitting at an 18 index, which is about a 20-21 handicap depending on the course I am playing. Progress has been stagnant for over a year leading to increased drinking, minor self inflicted wounds, and an usual increase in broken equipment. Go Figure!

Last Monday night, no lie, I sat in bed and thinking that I might have put some things together with my swing. I went out before work on Tuesday to the range, and again on Thursday, and actually started to strike the ball much better. Much better!

Add to this a last second opportunity of a lifetime.  I had the chance to run down as Fax's guest to get a mini lesson from the  renowned Andy Plummer of Stack & Tilt .

It always fun to have two Pro's watch your horrific swing on the driving range in front of onlookers while you try and swing, listen to directions, and not trail your tighty-whities. The result, I think, is that I started to figure out (with Andy's help) serious flaws in my eleven year young swing that have prevented me from progressing below the 20 handicap range.  Mostly obvious things, and easy to work on.  The result after 40 minutes or so was that I started to hit the ball a bit more like a man, a truly unfamiliar feeling to me.

The problem is the reality that I have about five more swing thoughts to added to the absolute mess of garbage that rattles around my brain on every address of the ball. I will describe in coming posts the myriad of garbage that I need to translate into my swing and more about my experience at the range trying not to throw up on my shoes in front of Andy & Fax.  I am convinced that I now have the fundamentals in place to progress a bit in my game. I am so excited, I suppose until reality punches me in the nose again!

Peace!