Top billing over Tiger Woods? How’s it possible? Here’s how. I own the keyboard and I write a M followed by an e, followed by a space. Then I tap &, and another space then on to a T to kick off the word Tiger. Later I will compare my golf swing, which will make far more sense for you, to Woody’s! Ego maniac or truth sayer? We’ll see.
As I write this post, Mr.Tiger Woods has just snatched the 108th National Open Championship away from the grasp of one Cindy Rella. Rocco Mediate had massive support from those who believe in miracles. I, among millions, was rooting for this, 45+ year old, underpuppy to have his named embroidered on the gleaming gold “cup” that represents the epitome of golf’s most prestigious spectacle.
& since the OPEN means that it is OPEN to anyone who qualifies__ it would have been fitting to see a guys name like Rocco on “THE CUP”, don’t you agree? Additionally, in honor of all of us well over 30 with thinning hair, a slight pot, and a few aches to see one of “us”, Golf’s Rocky Balboa, holding the crown jewel goblet over his head as the crowd goes wildly nuts. Not to mention, which I’m going to mention, middle aged guys from coast to coast and across the pond skipping around the house yelling, “I’m Young, I’m Young!”
Who won or lost does nothing for your golf game. But a fleeting quote from a TV caster will. That utterance was immediately caught by my non-golfing wife who is the recipient of Alexander Bells “grams” from frustrated golfers, “singing the blues” over what has happened to their golf game, thanks to some inept so called teaching pro.
The quote that sprang from the lips of one of the common taters, through space at 186,000 miles per second and rattled my wife’s hammer, anvil, and stirrup has mysteriously vanished from the ramblings of the word writers. Perhaps you too caught it?! Hopefully, the quote should be a wake up call for all those being slammed about by the golf industry intent on keeping the golfer confused in order for the N-Dust-Trees wherewithal to buy Duesenburg Touring Coupes, Saddam’s old Palaces, cruise ships, and use Treasury Bonds for papier hygiénique..That’s “butt wipe” fur Hillbillies.
FYI..The quote that should spawn tsunami waves through golfdom was overheard by an announcer from a player who said he was firing his golf coaches ass and would be taking advice ONLY from the man who got him started in our game in the first place….his Father. Got your ear to the ground, Buick driver?
Who was Snead’s and Hogan’s and Nelson’s golf coach? Jack had some early advice, but all these guys eventually figured IT out themselves. The very powerful multi-multi dollar golf industry (which is 99.9% HS). . . has the aspiring golfer in their cross hairs & is successfully destroying any possibility for rational thinking, logic, and cause and effect through the persistent and repetitive propaganda of their multi-ton locomotive steaming down the tracks, out of control, at break neck speed, spewing said HS all over the place. Whew…Did you get through that whole sentence without breathing? If only the information had the appropriate smell, warning the golfer to avoid the substance coming out of the North end of the horse (see HS above). Caution..do not step in it or allow it to be a part of your already fragile & vulnerable golf swing.
The meat and potatoes of Mr. Broad Shoulders swing was that time spent with his POP, not some rip off golf coach. Yet, the Jungle Cat doesn’t think he has found the swing that will take him into his twilight years as evidenced by the company he keeps with swing coach leaches. Having money to buy the “best???” golf instruction in the world could prove to be his undoing. His current swing (which may change several times..by the time we go to press) is a young man’s swing & requires a superbly honed athlete to drive it. It’s micro managed & takes an inordinate amount of work to keep it firing on all 8 cylinders. He will have to change “things” in his swing as he ages. His present swing won’t work as well in another 5 years, let alone when he’s 40, 50, or 60. He is already becoming one of the wildest drivers on tour since Seve Ballesteros.
Momma Kutilda’s baby boy needs to study guys like Sam Snead and lean toward a swing that requires little management, no thought, and will last when the temples start turning gray. Tiny Sam Alexis’ Daddy continues to mess with his swing thanks to high priced golf gurus who he must think know more about HIS golf swing than he does. “Here Mr. Woods, lets try this swing, this week” “So what if you won the ’97 Masters by 12 shots, big deal…let’s change your swing and see if you can win by 24 next time.”
Mr. Ben Hogan’s complex swing required a Jupiteresque amount of practice that would make the average golfer’s hands grow blisters, calluses, crack & bleed. Mr. average golfer doesn’t have that much time to practice. Best pick a low, maintenance golf swing! I prefer Sam Snead’s approach. Silky Smooth Swingin Sammy Snead could maintain a Super Sweet Syrupy Swing (like oil on wet glass) in most part because, while the other technocrats were experimenting in search of some secret smoke and mirrors golf swing, Sam was fishing. Sam won more tournaments than any pro ever, and played mighty fine golf well into his 80s. A “shot out of the canon golf swing” would have been in the junk yard long ago, by then. He was a great thinker because he DIDN’T! P.S. Remember when a fish has no eye you have a fsh.
Time’s running out “Wearer of the Spider Man Red Shirt on Sunday”..Find your swing quick, …you want one that still works in the future and hasn’t been destroyed seeking oohs and awes from the gallery. Revving up to the red line, corkscrewing the spine via the lats and spinal erectors can turn a young man’s swing into an old man before the checkered flag. Time passes by exponentially as more birthday cake candles set off the smoke detector. And, Mr. Showboat, before you know it you will be playing some golf with your grand kids and you need a swing that hasn’t flown apart at the seams. You’ll need a swing that hasn’t caused permanent damage to your muscles, bones, ligaments, tendons as you fly through Metropolis. There are warning signs already if you’ve got your eye on the road. Think about it the next time you limp.
OK enough of that nonsense, lets talk about something special that can have real benefit for you . . . my swing! Perhaps you have seen it at mcgolf.com. Here’s the scoop before I made Volume I and became the heart throb of golf students on all 7 continents. After having been head over heels in love with our game from age 8 to 24, I became disenchanted with the game I perceived as high tech and phony & opted to change careers mid- stream and play the banjo at the North Woods Inn in Colorado with a great piano player named Jay Sidell. Now then, if I had a high tech, freeze frame golf swing, IT would have rusted, deteriorated, and turned into dust over a 30 (count ’em) 30 year lay off. Good Golly Miss Molly did he say a 30 year lay off? That’s what I said and did, indeed and alas it’s true.
I was encouraged to make a golf instruction video by a friend whose ugly swing I turned into a thing of beauty, in about 5 minutes, in the yard. I spent about a week swingin’ a dusty old club and went right out and shot par. The swing you see is the result of finding a swing as a young man that I really liked and NEVER changing it. My swing was simple, with economy of motion, pretty, yet powerful, and the envy of anyone who could tell a putter from a flag stick.
Meanwhile….Thunderous applause for Tiger! He has added some much needed color to our game that has sadly become drabsville. He has done what Arnie did in the 60s….CPR, & just in the nick of time. Goody-goody for him, but it does not a thing for your game!
Thanks to my magical keyboard cleverly installed for your entertainment…. I have the last word. As promised, by the title of this award winning article….It all comes down to this WHICH SWING WILL WORK BEST FOR YOU? &&& besides, Eldrick Tont …Who are your students?. Who knows more about teaching the golf swing? Me, me, me or Earl’s kid? Take a 30 year lay off, Captain of the 20 million dollar paid for in cash PRIVA-SEA, and we’ll see. Elin’s husband does have 500 million in the bank and I don’t. But, I’ve helped more golfers than Mr. Iron Man, I play the banjo and piano and dance better than he can, & most importantly, I’m sleeping with the most beautiful girl in Tennessee.
The Anti-Pro/Maverick was hitting 300 yard drives with range balls and antique golf clubs & winning golf tournaments ++++ successfully teaching students decades before the little tadpole crawled out of the swamp (like you & me) on to the warm beach, A N D charmed anyone remotely interested in Cow Pasture Pool, Thank you. Oh Yes, and one more thing, Mr.
Woods…losing your temper and throwing clubs is something you would never see Nicklaus,
Hogan, Snead, or Nelson do! Being Number 1 gives you great responsbility. There are millions of kids watching your every move.
Jim McLellan “The Anti-Pro, The Maverick”
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