Friday, February 15, 2008
A Putting Tip From A Stranger
A good friend of mine's older brother (we'll call him Aaron) was hanging around the local muni a few years back, stroking putts on the practice green as he waited for his brother (my aforementioned good friend--we'll call him Brett) to meet him for a quick nine holes. Aaron was having a hard time getting the relative speed of the greens to translate into the length and weight of his stroke and was getting visibly frustrated (he does that quite often, actually) as his putts continued to come up short or motor past the hole. Feeling a presence behind him coming out of the trees from the direction of the parking lot, Aaron thought it was Brett and turned around to greet him only to find that it was someone else, a stranger with no clubs and nary an outfit that bespoke a golfer. The stranger told Aaron to imagine the sound of the ball going into the hole as he stroked his putt and then continued on his way, past the clubhouse and down the hill towards the creek that fronted the 18th green. Brett would show up a few minutes later and he and Aaron would head out for the nine holes they had planned to play, only to continue for nine more in almost complete darkness as Aaron was having the round of his life. He ended up breaking 80 for the first time that night, thanks in large part to an unbelievably efficient evening on the greens. Who was the stranger and where did he come from? Did he actually exist or did Aaron just imagine him? To this day no one knows and frankly I don't think anyone cares. The tip is still a winner as far as Aaron is concerned and I'm inclined to agree.