New readers might have noticed that our Beverly Fergusson is calling out Chris Baldwin for his claims back in May that golf pros are afraid to teach the driver.

Folks who have been following these blogs for awhile, though, will surely remember the last time Baldwin borrowed a pair and tried to take on the golf instruction community, even going so far as to write that golf instructors are the modern-day equivalent of snake-oil salesmen or chiropractors (which, of course, made the PGA set apoplectic.

At the time, I considered docking Chris’ pay (didn’t, though, I did bench him for three straight company softball games) but instead ended up ordering him to take a golf lesson. Anyone who’s seen Chris golf lately knows how much effort he put into that.

But back to Beverly’s far-too-polite smack-down of Chris. In it, she writes to Chris, “if you are ever in the San Diego area, come see me for a driver lesson.”

I know I’m probably wasting my time here, but Chris has again gone too far. Baldwin, consider this an edict from the castle:

I am ordering you to get together for a lesson with Beverly the next time you’re playing golf in San Diego.

And none of your “Can’t, I gotta interview The Donald“ or “Would do, but I’m golfing with Johnny Drama“ or “I’m hanging with Bob Ladouceur“ excuses, either, Baldwin.

You can contact Beverly here.

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