The Healing Powers of Masters SundayApril 11, 2011 at 7:10 AM | Posted in Golf, Sports | 3 Comments
Tags: Rory McIlroy, The Masters, Tom Watson
Masters Sunday and warm weather have joined hands in the unforgiving Midwest and we all walked together to the driving range. It had been 9 months since I last hit a golf ball, my longest time away since I put down my tennis racquet in 1976 and began playing the game once again that I had begun as a child. Back in ’76 I started tentatively, as I was running marathons, but before long fanaticism flowered, coming into full bloom in 1991 when I joined a golf club. In 2004 I left, a burnt out case. For the following seven years I played off and on, occasionally well but most often not.
When I tore my left rotator cuff I felt a relief that I had an excuse not to play and that led to this 9 month interregnum. I entertained thoughts of not playing at all this year. Then came Masters Sunday.
As I drove to the range I considered what strategy I would use this year. I am taken with the free swing of Rory McIlroy, the young Irishman. I considered what I’ve never liked about my game and it is the tightness, the weight of thoughts and tips slowing my arms, the fear of failure draining my energy. Could I emulate another golfer like my hero Watson or even young McIlroy?
I decided to swing like myself with nothing extra thrown in. I’ll throw out the few golf magazines I have left and leave my instruction books on the shelf. This was my first new thought and my second was to think of myself as a beginner and no longer preface my remarks by recalling my former play. But I won’t say I’m a beginner seeking either sympathy or approval. I’ll just hope someone asks me to play and my plan is to say YES.