I just can’t figure out how it happens. Every couple of months, that damn digital video recorder climbs out of it’s case and finds it’s way down to the practice tee (with it’s buddy the tri-pod) and proceeds to give my swing a good roughing up. It usually happens when I’m playing some of my best golf. In it’s wake, that little recorder leaves a trail of mental & physical anguish with sleepless nights and neglected family as I proceed to correct grip, stance and swing flaws that are more imaginary that a thing of reality.

“Am I coming a little over the top?” “Is my takeaway a little too inside?”, “Does my grip look a little too strong?”. And then I try to fix all of these little quirks….