Connecting...to my backhand drive, continental grip style.
Thanks again bottle...aka John Escher. Author of multiple books! Congratulations! Much success to you...on your terms. Whatever it means to you...it's your dream! The danger is not from your input...it is the danger of my waking up. It's only my dream and nothing that you can say can put an end to it. You will only provoke more hallucinations...with your positive energy and your thoughtful wisdom. I am grateful for any occasion that you see fit...to connect with me. To engage with me.
The match was canceled due to my friends state of health. He called shortly before saying that he was not feeling up to it...a bit weak from a bout of fever earlier in the month. I can't wait for him to get back to full strength.
But oh well...time waits for no man and neither do I. I had two hours of hitting lessons with a couple of big strong, 35ish Swedish guys that thought they were hitting big forehands. Both have the same problem...suffering from the same thing that a lot of tennis players are these days. Club players trying to play like the professionals and trying to hit too hard with too much topspin. Pared down their backswings a bit and both were glowing about their new found concept of...control. I just love it when that happens. When they handed over the cash...it felt perfect.
For me though...it is all about me. Above my need to improve my students game lurking below the surface is my selfish desire to hit drive backhands with the continental grip. This two hour session was two fold. I am being dreadfully honest here. To get my students under control in order that I might hit more backhands. Like any good business deal it went really, really well...it went both ways. They were happy which makes me happy. Isn't life/love grand?
And the backhand...more feelings. More input. Hogan said that every time he hit a golf ball it sent him a message...from the club face up the shaft all the way through the conduits of his body parts...to his heart. I may be paraphrasing here a bit. Essentially two hours of cross court backhands...perfect! I have to be careful here...all of my parts are 58 years old even though they may feel 31 in my dream. It's doubly important to not blow a cog now.
The thought of the day was...allow the left hand to come down the track that the line of the feet make and allow the wrist to do its magic and slam the door at the end of the chain. Simple backswing makes it all possible. That was my lesson for the day...as I was teaching my students I learned my own lesson.
Originally posted by bottle
View Post
The match was canceled due to my friends state of health. He called shortly before saying that he was not feeling up to it...a bit weak from a bout of fever earlier in the month. I can't wait for him to get back to full strength.
But oh well...time waits for no man and neither do I. I had two hours of hitting lessons with a couple of big strong, 35ish Swedish guys that thought they were hitting big forehands. Both have the same problem...suffering from the same thing that a lot of tennis players are these days. Club players trying to play like the professionals and trying to hit too hard with too much topspin. Pared down their backswings a bit and both were glowing about their new found concept of...control. I just love it when that happens. When they handed over the cash...it felt perfect.
For me though...it is all about me. Above my need to improve my students game lurking below the surface is my selfish desire to hit drive backhands with the continental grip. This two hour session was two fold. I am being dreadfully honest here. To get my students under control in order that I might hit more backhands. Like any good business deal it went really, really well...it went both ways. They were happy which makes me happy. Isn't life/love grand?
And the backhand...more feelings. More input. Hogan said that every time he hit a golf ball it sent him a message...from the club face up the shaft all the way through the conduits of his body parts...to his heart. I may be paraphrasing here a bit. Essentially two hours of cross court backhands...perfect! I have to be careful here...all of my parts are 58 years old even though they may feel 31 in my dream. It's doubly important to not blow a cog now.
The thought of the day was...allow the left hand to come down the track that the line of the feet make and allow the wrist to do its magic and slam the door at the end of the chain. Simple backswing makes it all possible. That was my lesson for the day...as I was teaching my students I learned my own lesson.
Comment