
Like many of us I've been guilty of going to the driving range and hitting ball after ball, in the hopes of a mystical epiphany striking my golf swing from above and resolving all of my issues at once. I'm sorry to say that the miracle rarely happens and that God does not seem to want to fix my swing for me while I randomly belt balls down the driving range.
Just to validate this theory I wandered down to the local park with four golf clubs and 75 golf balls. Being the semi-dedicated family man I am I wanted to get back home before 7:30 am to greet everyone good morning as they awoke from their slumber. To do this, I would need to hit and recover as many of the 75 golf balls as possible, while simultaneously identifying and fixing the evil that plagued my golf swing, all in the space of 45 minutes.
Well, the lob wedge kept pulling left. The blade pitching wedge kept vibrating so badly that I could barely hold it as I watched balls travel a pitiful 50 meters. The 7 iron kept hitting the ground about a foot behind the ball. And I invented a few new swear words as I realised that I wasn't going to fix my swing problem, resulting in the 4 iron staying perfectly clean.
Oh, and Kerry was awake when I got home too.
Enter the new training philosophy that I attempted in the afternoon. Less balls, more thinking, plenty of time. Well, the time thing isn't quite true, but it was what I went down to the park thinking. I selected two clubs this time, just the pitching wedge and the 7 iron, which probably doesn't sound too different to what I had in the morning.
What was different was that I was going to approach this practice session with the intention of hitting more balls with the pitching wedge. It happens to be a 47 degree Mizuno MP-T blade, and without the aid of a golf coach, the two blades I have I have in my bag happen to provide the best if not occasionally painful feedback (they vibrate like hell when I don't hit them right). Once I had identified where I was going wrong, I figured that I should be able to transfer the fix to any club in my bag.
Most importantly, I was going to relax and take my time. I wasn't going to rush and hit a lot of balls. I was just going to hit a ball, take a step back, think about what was going on, and adjust what I needed to and hit the next ball the right way.
And so the session began, while one of my boys waited patiently for me from the monkey bars with his soccer ball, hoping that there would be sufficient light for us to kick the ball around after I'd finished my swearing session - I mean practice session. Toe hit, adjust swing. Fat shot, make sure wrist lag is happening. Ball hit too low on club face. Gees that hurt!!! Do it again. Yep, that definitely hurts like hell!
Ten minutes, ten balls, and I'd discovered what seemed to be the cause of the issue - I was hitting the ball too low on the club face. It's not something I always pick up with the rest of the clubs in my bag due to the fact that they're the more forgiving cavity backs. Another two swings and I figured out that the problem was being caused by a lack of weight transfer to my left side during the down swing.
Five more swings, no more pain. Just a nice solid feel and the sensation of the right weight transfer now ingrained into my thought process. Pull out the 7 iron to see if the problem is fixed and there you have it - a nice, solidly contacted ball travelling with the slightest of draws 155 meters away. Thank God the golf swing is essentially the same swing for all clubs - because he sure doesn't help me in any other part of this game!
20 balls and 30 minutes later, I seemed to have fixed the problem with my irons that I've had for the last two weeks. It didn't happen by hitting a lot of balls at the driving range, hoping that the problem would fix itself. In fact, if anything hitting a lot of balls without knowing what the cause of the problem was probably made the problem worse, ingraining the wrong swing into my thought process.
Interestingly, it was by slowing down and taking very deliberate swings with a lot less balls that helped me both identify what was going wrong and what I needed to do to fix it. And it happened in a lot less time than I would have thought, leaving me with a lot of extra sunlight to kick the ball around with Alex.