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. At least, Nessmith didn’t order me to play Billy Walters’ Las Vegas ripoff Stallion Mountain 10 days in a row or something.

Checkout:
http://www.travelgolf.com/departments/blogs/baldwin/archives/2005/04/28/51/golf-lesson-or-root-canal/