Odder and odder.
My first chapter for the new book is complete. It’s about how to come into impact from around waist high – the 8 o’clock position, as we’re calling it at the moment. The position from which the right wrist releases the club vertically downwards towards the ball.
Apologies. Without pictures, I may not be making much sense here. Suffice to say, I’ve written the start of the book about ‘the impact zone’ without so much as a cursoy reference to grip, posture, alignment and all the rest of the basics. We haven’t even done the takeaway yet either.
It’s like writing the book backwards. And it’s like learning backwards as well.
Strangest of all, I like it. I like the fact that, come what may, this ‘impact zone’ must be right before anything else. Only when it has been mastered will Steve and Dave discuss what should have happened before.
It’s traditional to get given so much information on stance and address and takeaway and backswing, turn, arm lift and transition that most of us are so brain-locked as we return to the ball that it’s a miracle that we ever make contact.
SG and DW’s approach? ‘Let’s get the bit that matters, the bit where you hit the ball, right first, then build on that.’
Which is doing it backwards. But which makes sense… I think.
I spend the next week doing mini, ‘impact zone‘ swings in the living room. My wife likes this development. The furniture remains intact.
PS: I think I’ve just understood why I chipped so well the other day. I just relied on the ‘impact zone’.
PPS: Played with my solid, dependable and never-say-die partner Adam in the second round of the Lindfield foursomes. We win an epic contest 1 up. We’re both a bit off colour for the first 12 holes and are three down. We play the last six in one under.
Somewhere during the battle, I forget about the impact zone on the downswing, instead resorting to my trademark spinning shoulders, violent clearing of the left side and my over-the-top arms.
Still. Great fun and a great result – just.
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