Golf Is Life
Yvon Legault
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Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Yvon Legault.
ISBN: 978-0-9808919-8-0
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Montréal, Québec, Canada
514-220-7012
Uncle Roger’s Golf Diary
These extracts from Uncle Roger’s golf diary are dedicated to all golfers.
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Table of Contents
The Pro and the ultimate use of Time
A must; proper sequence of actions
Mr. Ho and the ultimate use of the brain
Practice the right and the wrong
The pro and the care of the body
Mr. Ho and the subtle usage of intuition
The Pro and the use of the soul
Introduction
If you have read my first book; “Become a putting machine”, you are familiar with my uncle Roger who unfortunately died while introducing me to the game of golf. If you are not familiar, let’s just say that Uncle Roger introduced me to golf a long time ago by first teaching me the short game and especially putting. The day we were supposed to start learning the golf swing, he suffered a heart attack and died a few days later. Uncle Roger’s daughters inherited from their mother who passed away four years after her husband. The youngest daughter kept the house for over 35 years and sold it last year. While she was emptying the attic, she found a box full of old books and papers. Among other things, she noticed something that appears to be a diary. Flipping through the pages, it looked like the content was all related to golf, she even saw my name on some pages. Uncle Roger kept a diary of all his golfing activities; tournaments, people he had discussions with, lessons he gave to golfers etc. Because she saw my name and knew how I really liked him, she called me and asked if I wanted the diary? What a question, I would have walked 10 miles on my knees to get it. I read it over and over. I found a little treasure, absolute wisdom. I could not believe it. There are a lot of things I did not know about him. Black on white, I had the conversation with himself in this golf diary; his thoughts, his ideas, his wisdom, incredible! I owe it to this great man to share his wisdom with you. Technology has modified the game, but the essence of it has been intact since the beginning; nature, a golf ball, 18 holes, clubs and someone hitting the ball with a club trying to get that ball in a given hole in the less number of strokes possible. The challenge is the golf course and the challenger is you and me with all of our talents, our aspirations, complexities and possibilities.
I am taking you back many years ago. Thank God, there was no cellular at the time. The drivers were made of persimmon. Graphite shafts did not exist yet, but people and the golf game were the same. The best way for me to let you appreciate the content of uncle Roger’s golf diary is to cherry pick extracts. I have selected 33 of them. Of course, I could not resist adding my comments. What you will find is a mixture of golf and life lessons. Uncle Roger always compared the game of golf to Life. He will not win a prize for the way he wrote, but the lessons are priceless. Sit back, relax and enjoy.
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This afternoon, I tried to help an old lady. I don’t know why I say old lady; we are about the same age. Mrs. Finley lost her husband a few years ago and has a new boy friend in her life. Like a little girl who made a new friend, she is all excited. Really fun to watch. They say we have to keep our children’s heart! The only little ‘twist’; Arthur, her new boy friend is a golf maniac. He plays golf 5 days a week with his friends. Arthur would love it if Mrs. Finley could play with him a few days a week. To enjoy his company, Mrs. Finley, a tiny small lady that has never played golf before, is willing to do anything. Arthur tried to give her a couple of lessons, but the results are not there. I asked the lady if she plays other sports and she told me that she plays bowling, plays the piano and rides a bicycle a few times a week.
Nature creates ability. I believe we are born with mental and physical attributes that we develop. Some people are more gifted than others in given areas. If you ask me to paint like Picasso or play the piano, it will be a disaster; I have no clue. I explained Mrs. Finley the basics in a language that she understood, but when the time came to move the club around, it was an absolute disaster. Her ‘athletics’ talents are somewhat limited. Her move looks more like someone trying to hit a nail with a hammer. She probably plays bowling throwing the ball with both hands, standing still with both feet together. I had to tell her the truth, so I asked her: