Perpetual Break

A golf swing is like going to church. You gotta have faith that it’s going to work out. Then the demons creep in: “You’re going to screw this up.” Every YouTube video I have watched is screaming in my ears. Elbows in, tempo, rotate.

Then it happens. I hit the shot like I imagined it. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just in the general direction. I’ve stopped being greedy.

I have an app on my phone that looks at my golf swing. I see myself like the young guys on tour. The ball screams off my clubface like a missile. I’m sweating my ass off, listening for “Good swing!” The app reminds me: nope, not even close. Just give me that one swing thought that will work.

I’m still searching. I just want to shut that demon up for good. I can’t shut him up or make him disappear.

I might as well invite that bastard to sit in my cart with me.