It's always nice to have a go to movie that will get you motivated to get up out of your chair and go play a round of golf. For millions of golfers, that movie is Tin Cup.
"What Is The Golf Swing,"
by Roy McAvoy
The opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. The hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the... ...little finger.
Lowly and slowly... ...the club head is led back, pulled into position not by the hands, ...but the body, which turns away from the target, ...shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance.
Tempo is all, perfection unattainable,
as at the top of the swing... ...there's a hesitation, a little nod to the gods.
To the gods that he is fallible. That perfection is unattainable.
Weight shifts to the left pulled by the powers in the earth... ...it's alive, this swing, and a sculpture... ...and down through contact... ...striking the ball crisply... ...with character.
A tuning fork goes off in your heart, your balls... ...such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot.
Then the follow-through to finish... ...always on line.
The reverse-C of the Golden Bear... ...the steelworkers' power and the brawn of Carl Sandburg's... ...Arnold Palmer! And the unfinished symphony of... ...Roy McAvoy.
I have a short follow-through. It has an unfinished look. Why?
Some say it's the easiest way to play in the winds of west Texas... ...some say it's because I never finished anything in my life.