A young boy became a man, but before he became a man, he had to learn a few things.
When he was a boy, he did all his homework for school and received good grades accordingly.
He was always the prized pupil of his teachers.
He always had time for his friends.
He represented his schools, his county, even his state in athletics; obviously being very successful, this being due to his eye for detail.
He was always quite disciplined, always wanting to do things the correct way,
...why do anything any other way?
After graduating college and starting his career, his coworkers turned him onto an activity that he surprisingly never considered as an active youngster...
At the admonishing of his friends, and ever ready for a challenge, he took up the game earnestly.
He read voraciously all of the lesson books from the past century to the modern day, not only understanding the mundane formal rules and techniques of the golf swing, but the history and culture; getting an idea for the mystique and culture.
His bread and butter was on the practice tee of course.
Being a junior Golden Gloves winning baseball player in his youth, his athletic prowess made him think that he would take to the game as easily as he did baseball way back when.
Taking his 7-iron, and remembering his lessons, addressed the ball, and began to swing.
His first shot was hit a little “thin” resulting in a low boring shot going straight right and curling further right as the ball lost speed.
It wound up in the right trees.
Shaking the shot off, he addressed his second ball, giving this one a stouter swing for posterity.
This shot couldn’t reach the right trees fast enough, clattering amongst a couple of hardwood trunks.
After 10 balls, every single one was a wicked slice.
By this time, any techniques and fundamentals were thrown out of the window, with his rage calling the shots, and they certainly did…
...the angrier he got, the faster he swung, and the more violent the banana ball sliced into the right trees.
A little girl preparing for her school tournament, took notice of this guy’s trouble and went over to him.
“I want you to watch me hit 3 balls…”
She gave a determined strike on the first one, and being no more than 90 lbs. hit a nice high drive straight down the range.
With the second shot, she made a noticeable change in her tempo, but still giving the ball a nice wallop, it ended up flying straight down the middle as well.
Now with the third shot, the girl now made a concerted effort to match the speed at which she swung back and swung through; this ball flew down the center like the two others,
...but ended up 20 yards further.
“Did you see what I did?”
“Yeah...I think so. Interesting how the harder you hit the ball, the less control you have over it, but when you swing evenly it goes straight ahead.”
Taking this new found knowledge of the proper way to hit a golf ball, he teed one up…
...and clattered it into the left trees.