Here’s my warning to all wannabe golfer’s, if you start on this sorry path, and do nothing to stop it, you will lead a life of pain and anguish.
All my golfing life I’ve been a hooker!
How or why it started I don’t know.
I never wanted it to happen, it just did.
When I first started hooking, it was not every shot. It just sort of creeps up on you, over days, weeks, even months, and gets gradually worse, until nearly every shot is hanging left. And I don’t mean just a little bit left, these 90 degree plus benders would make a circle look tame.
Finally, it got so bad, I was spending so much time in the trees, searching for lost balls, that my friends stopped coming round, and asking me out to play.
Then came that dreaded day. I can remember this so clearly, its almost as if it happened yesterday. I ran out of golf balls during a round. It was SOooo embarrassing.
Thats what made me finally seek professional help.
After walking off the course that afternoon, I went straight to the clubhouse and spoke to The Pro. When I spoke to The Pro, he admitted that he had already heard about my little...