Golf lesson or root canal?

Well, I did have a root canal scheduled for next week. I guess I can cancel that and go with the more painful option: a golf lesson.

Now that my boss has ordered me to take a golf lesson, I’ll be trying out the world of Zen mumbo jumbo and nifty props. (Can’t wait till I get handed a porcupine in one those swing something besides the actual golf club to learn how to swing the golf club properly drills.)

I go into it with an open mind (or at least not a completely closed one) and a putrid swing.

And you can all read out what happens. Do I become a convert? Or do I get so screwed up, I lose any semblance of swing and consider consulting a chiropractor?

It’s not exactly the drama of a lifetime, but come along anyways. After all, it surely beats watching the Champions Tour.

Maybe, I’ll learn something. If not, well there’s always that root canal to reschedule.