Balance in golf

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At the beginning of playing golf, it’s very important to keep balance. Here I have some good experience about this , I hope you can enjoy too.

Golf hit me hard when I just start. I had the fever as thoroughly as one could get it. I talked golf when I could and I dreamed golf when I could not talk it. Everyone I saw with a golf bag seemed a personal friend of mine.

I had only one day a week when I could play, as my business did not allow of any other time, but at odd moments I pored over vardon's articles in the golfing papers and also taylor's. Vardon was making his memorable trip through the country that year and I knew every wrinkle on his hand, as far as one could learn from photo-graphs. I had only vardon clubs, an enterprising maker having put out a line with his name on them. I bought all the papers which published golfing news and knew vardon's every move. I marveled at his skill, as many a golfer has done.

If I could play golf but once a week, that didn't prevent my practicing at home nearly every evening I went out in the kitchen after the maid had gone upstairs and I was at it. I had the photographs of great players on the kitchen table, and I was sure I was doing every-thing according to the book.

I committed all the instructions for playing to memory and was dead certain I observed them all. Hour after hour I went through this practice, but when I got out on the links my finely-trained strokes wouldn't work. Mornings I would be beaten invariably. Afternoons I 'would give up form and get there any old way. I always did better afternoons.

During the following week when I got home at night from business I would start all over again to reconstruct my theories and develop form. Form was the only way to become a golfer.

Like this , finally I got successes.

A joke?Dating again

After four years of separation, my wife and I finally divorced
amicably. I wanted to date again, but I had no idea of how to
start, so I decided to look in the personals column of the
local newspaper. After reading through all the listings, I
circled three that seemed possible in terms of age and interest,
but I put off calling them.

Two days later, there was a message on my answering machine
from my ex-wife. "I came over to your house to borrow some
tools today and saw the ads you circled in the paper. Don't
call the one in the second column. It's me."