What is the Short Game in Golf?….Barney Beard Golf

What is the Short Game?

Before I begin, I want to wish every one you a very Happy New Year. This coming year is special . You’ll be able to see much better after next Wednesday, won’t you? Why? Because the New Year is 2020. Your optometrist will be pleased. You’ll certainly play better golf, won’t you?

What is the short game? The term ‘short game’ describes that part of the golfer’s game when the golfer is so close to the green a full shot with any club cannot be taken. A full swing would send the ball too far. The golfer must use short game skills when the golfer is so close to the green he/she cannot make a full swing with any club.

Here’s another way to think about the short game. Let’s say, for the sake of illustration only, a golfer with a full swing hits their:

  • 8 iron 100 yards
  • 9 iron 90 yards
  • pitching wedge 80 yards
  • sand wedge 60 yards.

(Note: The sand wedge can be used out of the sand, on the fairway and around the green. The name sand wedge doesn’t limit it’s use to only sand.)

All the above distances are with a full swing. As you already know, the golfer wants to develop one consistent swing for all clubs. What club and what swing would the above golfer use if 50 yards from the flag? At 50 yards the golfer is too close to use the trusted full swing with the sand wedge. A full swing with the sand wedge would cause the ball to travel 60 yards, a full 10 yards past the flag. Oh no.

What to do? The answer is, if you’re too close to the green to use a full swing you’ll have to use a ‘Part Shot’. In other words, you’ll have to shorten your backswing which will result in the ball going a shorter distance. Easy-Peasy, Lemon-Squeezy.

Here’s the rule for your short game:

Hit shorter distances with any club by shortening the backswing.

Let’s say you hit your sand wedge 60 yards with a full swing. You have discovered if you slightly shorten your backswing with your sand wedge you’ll hit the ball about 50 yards. What a great discovery. Then you discover if you shorten your backswing even further with your sand wedge you can hit your sand wedge, the club with the highest loft of any club in your bag, about 40 yards.

Well, you’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you? Now you decide to shorten your backswing even further and you discover you can hit little pitch shots close around the green and fly the ball over little mounds, patches of heavy grass, greenside bunkers and any unpredictable ground conditions. With your short backswing you have learned to fly the ball over trouble and land the ball on the smooth surface of the green to give yourself a makeable putt.

What’s even better is you occasionally go to the practice green/range and practice ‘Part Shots’ with your sand wedge.

You’ve learned you don’t hit the ball shorter distances by hitting the ball easier. You have learned that trying to hit the ball easier around the green never works. The only way to have a successful short game is to hit a ‘Part Shot’ is by shortening your backswing the appropriate amount for the appropriate distance.

Summary:

  1. The short game is that part of the golfer’s game around the green when the golfer cannot use a full swing with any club.
  2. In order to hit the ball a shorter distance with any club the golfer must shorten the backswing.
  3. A shot taken with a shortened backswing is called a ‘Part Shot’.
  4. With practice, the golfer can learn to hit a golf ball shorter distances with consistency by shortening the backswing.
  5. Golfers should practice the short game more frequently than the long game.
  6. More shots are gained and lost in the short game than anywhere else.

 

Hit the ball shorter distances by shortening the backswing.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game,

Barney Beard

ps. I’ve been collecting golf instructional books for sale to my students or anyone. I keep them in my truck. If you are interested in any of the following titles come by the range and purchase any  for $2.00. All books are used and in good to excellent condition. Some appear to have never been read. All are useful. Here’s the list: Golf Begins at 50 by: Gary Player, Augusta National & The Masters: A Photographers Scrapbook, David Ledbetter’s Positive Practice, Dave Peltz Short Game Bible, Golf is Not a Game of Perfect by: Bob Rotella, Little Red Book by: Harvey Penick, From the Fairway by: Michael Hobbs, Trouble Shooting by: Michael Hobbs, For All Who Love the Game by: Harvey Penick, And if You Play Golf You’re My Friend by: Harvey Penick, Are you Kidding Me? Rocco Mediate,

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won two awards, the silver from FAPA  and the Elit bronze.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

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Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here.

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Merry Christmas!! I Wish You a Stable Table! Barney Beard

Merry Christmas to all.

I wish you all a stable table for Christmas and quiet feet in the New Year, a consistent increase in your bank account and a consistent decrease in your golf score!

I’ve been busy this Christmas season. I’ve been writing and I’ve written a little end of the year story just for you.

I normally post these stories on my ‘Letters to My Grandchildren’ blog but this marvelous Christmas Eve I thought I would share this story with you, both on my ‘Letters to My Grandchildren’ blog and here on this site. I sitting here this lovely, cool Christmas Eve listening to traditional Christmas music I remember as my mother’s favorites, drinking egg nog and absorbing the odors of pumpkin pie and baked ham. Wish you were here!

Here’s the story I’ve written just for you. Let me know what you think.

Merry Christmas!

The Ordinary Man and the Book Dragon

© 2019 by Barney Beard

My Dear Grandchildren,

Before you read, I want to tell you something. I like to read books. I like to write books. I like to give books to my grandchildren. I like to have books under my bed, in the closet and under my chair. I like to have books everywhere. I found this marvelous quote by C. S. Lewis. I must confess, the growing number of folks who think books and bookshelves a nuisance, disturbs me.

“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books two deep in the study, books two deep in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books two deep in the great bookcase on the landing, books in the bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic. In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons, I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had the certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.” C. S. Lewis

Chapter One   The Ordinary Man

Once upon a time there was an ordinary man who had an ordinary family. He lived in an ordinary house and drove an ordinary car to his ordinary work. If you were to pass this ordinary man in the aisle at the grocery store or if you were to walk past him on the sidewalk in your town, you wouldn’t notice him. He was ordinary.

If you did happen to glance at him, you wouldn’t remember him, for he was quite ordinary.

Day after day after day the ordinary man worked in an ordinary factory at his ordinary job. He worked for years and years and years and years doing the same ordinary thing all day, every day.

The ordinary man always worked. He was never lazy. The ordinary man worked because he loved his family.

He believed what his father told him when he was a boy, “If you can put both feet on the floor in the morning, you can go to work,” and that’s what he did. He worked. The ordinary man always went to work. The ordinary man was reliable. He never missed a day of school or a day of work in his life.

Because he was ordinary and loved his family, he made certain his children had shoes on their feet, tasty food on the table and a safe, warm, dry, snuggly place to sleep at night.

It was a good thing the ordinary man worked hard at his ordinary job because he had eight children. The ordinary man loved his children, every one of them.

Each evening as the ordinary man arrived home after his ordinary work, his children would greet him merrily at the door and squeeze him with multitudes of hugs and cover his face with soft kisses and tell him how glad they were he had come home.

Every evening the ordinary man and his ordinary family would eat together. After their wonderful, nutritious meal of ordinary food, his entire ordinary family would sit by the fire and listen to the ordinary man read aloud.

The ordinary house was warm and made a great deal warmer by the marvelous stories, the exciting tales of adventure and the multitudes of sagas, narratives, fables and yarns the ordinary man would read aloud to his children.

This man was quite ordinary. He lived in an ordinary part of the country on an ordinary street with dozens and dozens of ordinary houses occupied by ordinary people who lived ordinary lives much like his, but there was one extraordinary thing about this ordinary man. He loved books and he loved to read.

Chapter two  Extraordinary on the Inside

The ordinary man was ordinary on the outside, but extra-ordinary on the inside, extra-ordinary indeed because he loved to read books. He loved to read. He didn’t watch television. He liked to use his thinker when he was reading. He liked to read the thinks that other people were thinking. In a book, the ordinary man could read the thinks of people who lived long ago.

While reading, his extraordinary thinker was busy thinking about all kinds of thinks. He used his thinker. His thinker was always full of thinks.

He didn’t watch the news or weather. In fact, he didn’t watch television at all. He didn’t listen to radio talk shows or allow his mind to be anesthetized by constant background music.

The ordinary man liked to think. He would think all day and half the night about the things he had been reading. He would read books written by people who wrote about what went on inside of their thinker.

The ordinary man understood that reading is television in reverse. The ordinary man understood that reading activated his own imagination and intelligence. Reading gave his own ideas reality and helped him see the world in a new way.

The ordinary man had learned that those who watch television have someone else’s imagination pumped into their brain with visual images. He knew when a person stares at the dumb television, somebody else’s ideas are going into that person’s head. His father had told him:

The television puts things in, It tells you what to think,

It hypnotizes and paralyzes, It makes your brain shrink.

People who watch television never write about what they see or think. The ordinary man knew books filled his thinker with his own ideas and imagination and made him, and anyone who takes the time to read, bigger, brighter and bolder.

Reading, the ordinary man knew, was like a magnifying glass for his imagination and intelligence, allowing his thinker and his imagination to roam the world or even the universe.

Watching television, the ordinary man knew, makes a person want to go to bed late and makes them tired in the morning. The ordinary man knew that reading caused him to use his imagination and think, it made him want to get up while it’s still dark and read more and write about the adventures that came into his thinker, exciting adventures that took him everywhere.

The ordinary man knew when a person views a television program someone else is using their mind. When a person watches television, that person becomes a passive receiver of other people’s visual ideas. Over time, the television watcher’s mind becomes like an old storage unit stuffed full of someone else’s visual junk with no accompanying words.

The ordinary man had decided long ago he would rather use his own mind. I’ll put my own things in my own storage unit, he said to himself. He understood clearly they don’t call the things people watch on TV ‘programs’ for nothing.

The ordinary man loved books and loved to read. Every evening he would read to his children. He would read to them by the fire and every night in their room at bedtime. After he tucked each of his children into their cozy bed under the warm quilts and blankets, he would read a bedtime story.

After the children were tucked in and their story had been read, the ordinary man would whisper into each child’s ear just before he left them, “You’re my favorite.” The ordinary man loved his children. He loved all his children.

When the ordinary man read to his children, he never skipped pages or bits of the story. The ordinary man loved to read. Every night after his children were tucked in their beds, he would read by the fire.

When it came time for the ordinary man to go to his bed, he would lean back again his pillow and read some more by his bedside light.

He would get up before dawn and put on an ordinary fire before he went to work. The ordinary man always got up early because he didn’t watch television at night, play video games or text on his phone. He always had a good night’s sleep because he never stayed up watching television.

When the ordinary man walked through his house he walked slowly. He would reach to his left and to his right and touch each bookshelf as he passed, allowing his hands to softly brush past his treasures. He had an affection for his books as if they were a part of his family, which they were.

He was an ordinarily good man with an extra-ordinary thinker. He was an ordinary man living in an ordinary neighborhood with ordinary neighbors with an extraordinary love of books and reading.

Chapter Three   His Ordinary Bookshelves

The children in the neighborhood would come to his house and look through the books he had on his many bookshelves. The ordinary man had lots of ordinary bookshelves and some extraordinary bookshelves. He had bookshelves in the living room. He had bookshelves in the dining room. He built bookshelves in the kitchen and in the hallway. He had bookshelves in all the bedrooms. He had bookshelves on the landing and at the top of the stairs. Each of his children had their own bookshelf.

The ordinary man built bookshelves in the attic and in his garage. All of his ordinary bookshelves went from the floor to the ceiling and there were books behind books.

The ordinary man taught his children that when a person opened a book and began reading it was like having a private cinema inside your head.

The ordinary man knew those who read books learn how to use their thinker. He knew using one’s thinker is important.

The ordinary man knew people who watched television all the time and talked about other people, were not thinking. They weren’t using their thinker. Those who only go to the movies and stare for hours and hours at the images they see on television are like the animals and the birds. The images people watch on their television bypass their thinker.

Animals observe and react. Animals don’t read or write or think. The ordinary man wanted to think about things. He wanted to use his thinker and he did.

The ordinary man had books in the cupboards and books in the closet. He had books under the bed.

You should have seen the happy children reading all kinds of interesting books in his ordinary house. They read books about places, books about things, books about puzzles and books about pigs. There were books about kings and queens and books about adventures of every kind.

There were books about dragons and books about knights. There were adventure books about handsome princes who rescued beautiful damsels in distress.

There were books about travel and books about far-away lands. There were books about whales and eagles. There were books about birds and flowers. There were books about the stars and how to get there from here.

There were books about everything that had happened in the past. There were books about things that were happening now and books about things that were going to happen.

The ordinary man had story books and picture books. On his many bookshelves were adventure books so exciting they would make your spine tingle and your liver quiver.

There were frightening books that would make you cover your head when you turned the light off at night and wonder what was lurking in the closet or behind the curtains or under your bed.

There were science books that explained all kinds of things about our world. On the bookshelves were books about how to have fun with numbers.

There were books about words and language. There were books about writing and paper and pens. There were books about calligraphy and books about printing.

The ordinary man would bring new books home almost every day and he never got rid of any books, except those books he gave to his children.

There were books about music and books about birds.

There were books about everything.

Chapter Four   Things Change

One day his oldest child became an adult and moved far away and began a family of his own. It was a sad day but the ordinary man knew that was the way things are. Things change. This ordinary world continues to be ordinary.

The ordinary man continued to read.

Then his next oldest child moved away and began a family in the ordinary way.

The ordinary man continued to read.

Soon the rest of his children became ordinary grownups and moved far away and lived in ordinary houses on an ordinary street and had ordinary jobs.

The ordinary man’s house was lonely.

The ordinary man’s house was lonely except for one thing.

The ordinary man continued to read.

Chapter Five   The Book Dragon

The ordinary man’s children moved far away. His ordinary children soon had ordinary children of their own. Like their father they lived in ordinary houses and had ordinary jobs.

Then, as it always does in every ordinary land, the book dragon came. The book dragon hates adults and hates children even more. The book dragon hates books, bookshelves, libraries, writers and thinkers.

The book dragon loves animals that fuss and fight and squabble and quarrel. The book dragon wants children to use their eyes and not their thinker.

The book dragon gets great pleasure when humans behave like the animals and argue and bicker and don’t use their thinker.

The ordinary man had read about the wicked dragon and how he had destroyed whole cultures by teaching them to stop reading.

The ordinary man knew all the old legends about the book dragon’s coming. The ordinary man understood how the book hating serpent deceived people and persuaded them to get rid of their books and their bookshelves and watch television instead. The old deceiver wanted people to stop using their thinker.

The ordinary man knew the book dragon passionately hated children who were learning to think. The book dragon hated them with every cold drop of his black blood. The book dragon hated books, bookshelves, libraries, writers and reading.

When the ordinary man’s children moved away the book dragon came. He began to lure the children away from books and reading. He smiled to himself as he taught them the empty pleasure of watching moving images without using their thinker. There was nothing the book dragon loved more than a home without books.

All the of the ordinary man’s children who moved away had telephones, televisions, tablets, watches and other devices. They sent text after text. They watched show after show. They read less and less. They never went to the library or bought a book. Instead of thinking they would talk about what everyone was doing and why they didn’t like their neighbors.

They watched their shows in the evening. They went to bed much too late and then had to get up before they were finished sleeping so they could go to their work.

They had children of their own and were busy. They gave away all their books. When they were tired in the evening they would lean back on a soft couch and mindlessly watch television. They didn’t read to their children. They let the children stay up later and watch television. Their thinkers began to get dusty and rusty.

Every morning the grown-up children would wake up tired. Every morning on their way to work they would say to themselves that when they got home in the evening after their work they would go to bed earlier to get enough sleep, but every evening after they had supper they would relax on the couch and turn on their television and let their mind go numb. They would watch and watch and watch and think not at all. In the morning there was nothing they could recall.

Like electricity and water, the ordinary man’s children were following the path of least resistance, the path laid out for them by the book dragon who wanted to control their empty minds by supplying endless amounts of meaningless visual trivia.

Every day the ordinary man’s ordinary children would let the fluffy, furry, frothy, foamy, feathery images from the television stuff the corners of their mind until their thinker was numb and they began to nod off and they would trundle up the stairs to their bed and begin sleeping fast because they had gone to bed much too late once again.

Chapter Six   His Grand Idea

Every evening the ordinary man would come home from his work and read books. He would go to the bookshops and thrift stores and buy books.

Then he had a magnificent idea. He would send books to his darlings.

He decided he would send books to his grandchildren. The ordinary man loved books. He wanted his grandchildren to love books more than they loved their phones, tablets or television. Above all he wanted his grandchildren to use their thinker. He wanted his grandchildren to be happy, literate adults and not be like the animals that lived by what they saw without thinking.

The ordinary man sent books to his grandchildren. When he would send a book to his grandchildren, he would tuck a dollar bill inside the pages of each book. The book dragon hated the ordinary man for sending books.

Despite the book dragon’s hatred, the ordinary man sent his grandchildren books for their birthday. He sent his grandchildren books for Christmas. He would send his grandchildren books in the springtime and in the autumn.

The next year the ordinary man sent books to his grandchildren and also to his children. He always put a dollar inside of each book he would send.

The next year he sent books to his grandchildren, his children and also to his sisters and brothers. He always put a dollar inside of each book.

The next year he sent more books. He sent books to his grandchildren, his children, his brothers and sisters and to his nieces and nephews. The ordinary man loved books.

The next year he sent books to his grandchildren, his children, his brothers and sisters and to his nieces and nephews and also to his cousins.

The next year he sent even more books. He sent books to his grandchildren, his children, his brothers and sisters, his nieces and nephews, his cousins and also to the children of his nieces and nephews and cousins.

That was a lot of books and a lot of dollar bills, for the ordinary old man put a dollar bill in every book.

He loved to read books. He loved to think about books. He loved to read about the wonderful things other women and men had written since the world began. He loved to read what other people had thought inside their thinker and written in a book. It was thrilling that the ordinary man could read precisely what people were thinking who had lived many centuries in the past.

The ordinary man had a birthday.

Then he had another birthday.

Then he had several more birthdays.

Every year he sent more and more books. Each with a dollar bill tucked inside. He wanted his family to know that there is treasure inside of a book.

The years passed. The ordinary man had become an old, ordinary man. The ordinary man became an old, lonely, ordinary man, an ordinary man who extraordinarily loved books and wanted others to love books, too.

Chapter Seven    The Ordinary Old Man

The ordinary man retired from his work. The ordinary man decided he would save money. He didn’t buy a new razor. He didn’t go to the barber. He let his hair and beard grow. He wanted to save his dollars for important things, like putting them inside of books he would send to his loved ones so they could use their thinker.

The ordinary man was neat and clean. He no longer had lovely brown hair. His hair had turned white as snow. The old man was an ordinary, old man.

He sold his house in his ordinary town and bought a little ordinary cottage towards the north out in the country. He had a table and chairs. He had a lamp. He had bookshelves. He had bookshelves in every room on every wall, floor to ceiling.

Every morning the ordinary old man would take the bus into the big city and visit all the libraries to buy the old books they didn’t want. Since the book dragon had come, it had become fashionable to get rid of books. There were lots of people who didn’t like books.

The book dragon went to the library. Even the library threw old, unwanted books into their big dumpster. The big green dumpster behind the library had a picture of a smiling book dragon on the front.

The book dragon loved that dumpster.

The ordinary old man with the white hair and the long white beard would visit all the thrift stores and buy books. He would buy all the books he could carry. Almost single handedly he fought the influence of the book dragon.

The ordinary old man would visit all the shops in town that sold books. He would buy all the books that people no longer wanted, all the books he could carry home.

Every morning and every evening the old, ordinary man would read his books and think about his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews and cousins.

He would send them all books. He would put a dollar in every book he sent to his relatives. They hardly every thanked him. He wondered if they ever read the books but he knew they liked dollars. He knew his grandchildren would always remember there was treasure inside of a book. Even if they took the dollar and gave the book away or put it out in the musty shed instead of on a proper bookshelf, that was alright.

The old ordinary man knew his family would know, at least in a small way, that there was treasure inside the pages of a book.

Sometimes the old, lonely, ordinary man would make new friends. If they were young, they would become his ‘e’ grandchildren, his ‘extra’ grandchildren and the old, ordinary man would add them to his book-sending list.

The old, lonely, ordinary man sent lots of books.

One day he would go to town on the bus and buy books. The next day he would go to the post office and send books.

His hair became whiter. His beard grew longer. Because he was retired and an old, ordinary, lonely man he became rounder.

Every year he would get rounder and rounder.

Every year he would send more books.

Every year his beard would get whiter and longer and he would buy and send more books and become shorter and rounder.

The ordinary, old, round man was happy reading books. He was happy thinking about the things he had read. He was happy reading the words that women and men had written in the distant past. He loved to think. He loved to read the things people had written. He loved to read what people had thought on the inside of their thinker.

The old, ordinary, round man never watched television. He hadn’t watched the news or weather in fifty years. He preferred to read and think.

The old ordinary man didn’t want his thinker filled with meaningless visual images and conflicting emotions. He wanted to reserve his thinker for thinking.

Chapter Eight   The Northern Visitor

Then one day there was a knock at the old, ordinary, round man’s door. A man was there. He was a short man, shorter than the ordinary, old man. The visitor at the door had clear, friendly eyes and he looked at the old, ordinary man with kindness.

He asked if the old, ordinary man would like a job, an important job.

What was the job, the ordinary man asked.

You’ll be traveling all over the world gathering books and giving books to children and their families.

I’m an old man, he said. I’m an ordinary, old man. How can I possible travel the world giving away books.

The visitor looked at the old man with affection. You have been giving away books for many years. You are good at acquiring books and giving them away. You are not selfish. You give away dollars to everyone. There are children all over the world who would love to read books. We have a job for a person just like you.

I think about that sometimes, the old, ordinary man said to his visitor standing in the doorway. I wonder what is going to happen when all the children stop reading and only stare at the television and quit using their thinker and become like the animals.

We think about those things, too, the short man at the door said to the ordinary, old man. You are the person we want. You can be trusted. You care about children and what goes into their minds. You know the value of books.

The old, ordinary, round man with the long white hair and the long white beard smiled. He liked the idea the short man at the door was putting into his thinker.

He cared about what was going into children’s thinkers and what was not going into their thinkers. He cared. He cared a great deal.

We want to give you even more power to give books and help those young thinkers grow into the literate, happy adults you wish them to be. We want to help you stop the advance of the treacherous book dragon.

What will I be required to do?

You will leave here.

I must leave my house? The old man asked.

Yes, you will be required to leave this cottage. You will be given another residence conducive to the distribution of books to promote the growth of thinking in children.

Where will I go?

If you decide to do this work, you’ll be taken to a place where you can continue the work you are doing now, the work you love. You will be given helpers, many helpers. You will be able to give away many more books than you can imagine.

I would like that, the old, ordinary, round man said. I would like that more than I can say.

Books are a gift, the man at the door said. You understand the value of books as no other. You are to be given this gift because you understand giving. The only thing one can ever keep is that which one gives away. You have understood that for many years. You can’t take it with you, but you can send it on ahead.

I understand, the old, round, ordinary man with the white hair and long white beard said, but I’m worried about the book dragon. He seems to be getting stronger. I’m afraid.

I wouldn’t be too afraid of the book dragon, if I were you, the short man at the door said. The pendulum will swing. There are powers much stronger than that evil black thing with his cold blood.

Should I hope?

Of course you should hope. Books will live. You shall live. Your mind and your thoughts shall live. The pendulum will swing. Be not afraid.

I believe you. I’m ready. Where shall I go to begin this work?

North.

The End

 

Written by: Barney Beard for his grandchildren

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Break 100 Three Times in a Row…Guaranteed…Barney Beard Golf

How to Break 100 Three Times in a Row

Ok, you’ve been playing for a year or two. You’re no longer a beginner. You’re tired of being the doormat of your group. I have good news for you.

I have a plan.

As you know, I like to write. I like to write books. I have a bunch on Amazon and I’m working on more.

I’m working on: How to Break 100 Three Times in a Row.

If you read this blog regularly, I’m going to use you for my guinea pig as I write that book. I’m going to write sections of the book and post them here first and then later put them together into print. I would love to get the book finished by early spring, but who knows.

If you already can break 100 regularly remember this: If you put the hay down where the calves can get it, the cows can get it, too.

Ok, here goes. Let me know what you think.

If you enjoy the game of golf and are willing to put in a little work and take a lesson or two, I can tell you from experience you can break 100 regularly. I’m not patronizing you. I know you can do this.

Here’s the simple plan:

  1. Review my book, Golf for Beginners. It’s available on Amazon. (click here)
  2. I’m not trying to sell you something. Most everything in my book is available free here on my golf blog. You can scroll back through the posts and find all sorts of good articles, but you’ll find the printed book a handy reference.
  3. Play golf two or three times a week. Once a week isn’t enough.
  4. Take Golf Lessons, at least occasionally. Play four or five times, then take a golf lesson. Then play four or five times after your golf lesson. Golf lessons should be sandwiched between periods of play. If you’re not on the right bus, how will you ever get to the right place? Practice the right things and you’ll get righter. Practice the wrong things and you’ll get wronger. Take a golf lesson now and again.
  5. Analyze your scorecard. After each round sit down with a pencil and determine which parts of your game need the most work: Driver, Fairway Woods, Hybrids, Short Irons, Wedges, Short game, Putting. Determine which part of your game needs the most improvement to lower your score. This isn’t rocket science. You can’t work on everything every time you practice. Work on the part of your game that needs the most improvement. Once you determine which part of your game needs work, spend a week or two working on that part of your game before you do something else.
  6. Each time you play, go thirty minutes early: practice putting, chipping, pitching. If the golf course has a driving range you might come a bit earlier and hit a small bucket of balls after your short game work. You can do this!
  7. Practice your short game. Go to the practice green once a week (or more) for thirty minutes. Practice your short game more often than your long game. Improve your putting from off the green, lag putting, chipping and pitching.
  8. Go to the driving range once a week (or more). Practice your short irons, your scoring clubs.

I don’t want to make this sound like you’ll be working on your golf game for five hours a day. A little practice during the week will do wonders for lowering your score. I enjoy practice. I enjoy getting out in the fresh air. I enjoy improving my game. I enjoy the light exercise practicing golf affords.

Yard by yard, it’s too hard.

Inch by inch, it’s a cinch.

You can do this.

I know you can break 100. If you follow this little plan and modify it to suit yourself, your learning curve will go up, up, up and your scores will come down, down, down.

Remember, good practice makes you gooder. Bad practice makes you badder.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game,

Barney Beard

ps. I have a new book,  a Writer’s Journal. It’s a 366 day journal with lined pages to record your thoughts and a leading quote by and for writers and those who want to write. Click here.

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won two awards, the silver medal in the FAPA literary competition and the bronze medal in the elit competition.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

ppps. I also have a blog about stories and letters for my grandchildren. Click Here.

Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here.

I have a new book just published, The Bow Window.  Click Here.

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Consistent Ball Striking…Weight On The Heels…Barney Beard Golf

Keep your weight on your heels during your golf swing.

In the address position, the golfer should feel his/her body weight on the heels, not on the forward part of the foot. You don’t jump, run or move to another place during your swing. During the swing the golfer should maintain knee bend and hip flex. In other words, don’t transfer your weight to the front part of your foot and thus stand up tall during the golf swing, not good.

Weight on the front part of the foot is a sure way to cause problems during the swing. The front part of the foot is for walking, running, jumping, leaping, dancing, sliding, skating, hopping, jogging, hurdling, hiking, vaulting, kicking, skipping, prancing and vertical tree climbing. None of these are commonly recommend for improving your ball striking. The golfer’s feet and shoes don’t move during the golf swing.

The golfer’s stability and power come up from the ground. The golfer’s firm contact with the soil is critical at the moment of impact. Keep your weight on your heels until after impact with the golf ball and you’ll have a stable table, a cheery disposition and a healthy outlook on life.

I don’t know if you have noticed, but kangaroos never play golf very well. They have big feet but they can’t keep them still.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game,

Barney Beard

ps. I have a new book, a writer’s journal. 366 days of quotes by and for writers and those who want to write. Click here.

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won two awards, the silver medal in the FAPA literary competition and the bronze medal in the elit competition.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

ppps. I also have a blog about stories and letters for my grandchildren. Click Here.

Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here. I have a new book just published, The Bow Window.  Click Here.

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Exploding Golf Balls, Ferris Wheels and Carousels…How Close to Stand to the Ball?…Barney Beard Golf

The simple answer

Stand as close to the ball as possible and still manage to hit it.

Here are some things I’ve learned:

  1. Most everyone stands too far from the golf ball.
  2. If you stand too far from the golf ball, you’ll be leaning over, reaching for the ball.
  3. If you stand too far from the golf ball, your head will be down on your chest like a droopy cantaloupe.
  4. If you stand too far from the golf ball, your spine will be curved in an ugly arc like a crescent moon about to fall out of the sky.
  5. If you stand too far from the golf ball, you’ll often top it.
  6. If you stand too far from the golf ball, you’ll tend to swing around your body and hit the ball into someone’s back yard or in the middle of the lake.
  7. If you stand too far from the golf ball, you’ll tend to be the worst golfer in your group and be a sucker for all the latest fads in golf equipment.

Let me explain:

Yep, everyone stands too far from the golf ball. When you stand too far from the golf ball you’ll have to adjust by bending your head and neck over and down more than you should.  You’ll bend over and have to reach for the ball. When you bend the upper part of your spine over too much, your cantaloupe will be drooping down onto your chest, your spine will be bent almost double and you’ll feel more like a hockey goalie in full pads with a broken hockey stick rather than a cool-as-a-cucumber golfer ready to make a free and easy swing.

If the golfer’s spine is arched over towards the golf ball with a droopy cantaloupe, the droopy cantaloupe will interfere with the shoulder turn during the swing. When a droopy cantaloupe gets in the way of the golfer’s shoulder turn, the golfer will sometimes top the ball and other times hit the ground six inches behind the ball.

Standing too far from the ball at address promotes a droopy cantaloupe, permanent curvature of the spine, hockey breath and is the main reason some golfers quit the game in frustration.

The golf swing should be more Ferris wheel than carousel. The golf swing should be up and down—not around. The golfer takes the club back away from the ball and up into the air and then back down and through the ball and then back up into the air after impact—not around in a circle like a horizontal helicopter blade. The golfer must stand close to the ball to be a Ferris wheel.

The golfer doesn’t take the club behind their back and around to hit the golf ball. The golf swing should be up and down like a Ferris wheel, not around like a carousel at the amusement park.

Folks that come to me for lessons always want to stand too far from the golf ball. I don’t know why. I think perhaps it’s because they are unsure of their ability to turn their body as they strike the golf ball. Perhaps they feel like they have more control when they stand too far away from the ball. Perhaps instead of looking at the golf ball they want to smell it. Perhaps they have a mysterious fear of contracting a dread disease if they stand too close. Maybe they’re afraid the golf ball will explode when they hit it.

Ok, what are the positives? How should the golfer stand at address?

Try this on the practice range. Stand as close to the ball as you can and still manage to hit it. Address the ball with your head and neck as high as you can get them and still see the ball. Stand as close to the ball as you can and still manage to strike the golf ball. You do realize that with your head, neck and upper body in this up-position you can’t be wearing reading glasses, bifocals or progressives and still see the golf ball? You know that, don’t you?

Go to the range and experiment with this. Take your eight iron and put the ball up on a short tee to make it easy. Crowd the ball and see how close you can stand and still hit it. If you stand close, it will force you to raise you head and straighten your spine. Standing close to the ball will force your trunk and hips to turn out the way of the impact position. You’ll discover when you stand closer you’ll have to push your watermelon BACK out of the way of your hands coming in front of your belt buckle and through the impact zone. Remember: Ferris wheel–not carousel.

Standing closer will force the golfer to get their head up above the shoulder turn.

Proper golf posture, starting from the bottom is, bent knees, flexed hips, straight spine and head up above the shoulders.  In this posture the straight spine will be tilted towards the golf ball allowing the arms to hang almost straight down from the shoulder joints.

Standing closer will help you hit the ball straighter, it will reduce your taxes, help bald men grow hair and give your complexion a more youthful look.

Of course, I suppose most people would stand closer if they weren’t afraid of exploding golf balls.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game,

Barney Beard

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won the silver medal in the FAPA literary competition and the bronze medal in the elit competition.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

ppps. I also have a blog about stories and letters for my grandchildren. Click Here.

Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here. I have a new book just published, The Bow Window.  Click Here.

 

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The Ejection Seat…Pre-Shot Routine…It’s Critical In Your Setup…Barney Beard Golf

The Pre-Shot Routine

A pre-shot routine is critical for golfer’s who want consistency in their ball striking.

Years ago a young friend of mine told me this story about an incident that occurred during his time in the United States Navy working as an ejection seat technician on the Navy’s now outdated Grumman A-6 airplane. To let you know how old the A-6 is, and how old I am to have a friend who worked on the A-6, it was designed to replace the old Douglas A-1 piston-driven Skyraider.  The A-6 went into service in 1963. That’s an old airplane, isn’t it?

The A-6 Intruder saw service until 1997.  It’s an interesting aircraft. The pilot and the navigator/bombardier sat side by side. My friend told me the A-6, nicknamed ‘Double-Ugly’,  had a glide ratio of something between a cast-iron, claw-foot bathtub and a grand piano.  If you’re interested in this old aircraft you can go to this website. CLICK HERE.

Well, my young sailor friend and his unit were out in the Gulf of Mexico on an old aircraft carrier. The A-6 pilots were practicing take-offs and landings. There can’t be much in life as unnerving for a human being than to ask a young man or young woman to land a two-hundred mile-an-hour airplane on a moving surface not much larger than a tennis court. I do exaggerate, but not much.

Here’s the point of my story. One day a pilot was sitting on the flight deck of their little aircraft carrier in his A-6 side by side with his navigator-bombardier getting ready for a takeoff. The pilot had completed his pre-flight checklist and was ready to give the go ahead for the catapult.

At the proper moment, the pilot would give his two engines full throttle and the powerful catapult would sling the aircraft off the end of the small practice carrier like a little boy with a rubber band shooting paper-wads in class.

Just as the pilot was about to give the order to launch, power was lost on the catapult. Oh no. The pilot sat in the aircraft waiting for the restoration of power. As you might guess, it was impossible to launch the A-6, or most any jet aircraft, without the aid of a catapult.

After only a couple of minutes the pilot got word the catapult was again powered up and his launch was a go.

The sailor in the carrier’s tower asked the pilot if he wanted to go through the preflight checklist once again. Since the pilot had just completed his check list and since the power had been down on the catapult for only the briefest of time, the pilot declined. He told the tower it was un-necessary to go through the annoying check list a second time.

The pilot called for launch and powered his engines to full throttle and the catapult was released . The G-forces on the men in the airplane under full throttle with the additional energy of the catapult would pin the pilot and his bombardier/navigator back in their seats as the A-6 screamed down the deck destined for the wild blue yonder.

There was one problem, however. The pilot had re-applied his brakes when the power went down on the catapult. The aircraft’s brakes were necessary to prevent the airplane from inadvertently rolling on the unstable flight deck to an unwanted position because of wave action.

Normally, pilots release their brakes before takeoff. There’s a good reason for that. It’s not easy to launch an airplane from a carrier deck with the brakes on, even with a catapult.

The A-6 started forward.  With the immense forward thrust of the two screaming jet engines and the powerful catapult, the rubber tires, locked by the aircraft’s brakes, instantly exploded with a huge bang.

Since the explosion of the high-pressure pneumatic tires occurred precisely at the same time, the sound of the explosion was loud enough to convince the pilot that one or both of his engines had failed. The pilot was certain that his now underpowered airplane would be thrown off the end of the flight deck and he, his bombardier/navigator and the airplane would sink to the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico in humiliation.

The A-6 went off the nose of the carrier and instantly disappeared below the level of the flight deck exactly as the pilot had feared. The airplane, deprived of proper take-off speed, predictably dropped towards the sea out of the view of all the sailors topside. Oh no! Oh no!

As if from out of the sea, two ejection seats appeared heading upwards powered by their underside rockets. The pilot and his navigator/bombardier sailed high into the air. When they reached their apex and began to fall, their parachutes deployed and the two airmen landed softly in the sea beside the aircraft carrier.

The resilient A-6, though deprived of a great deal of speed by the tires that failed to roll, surprisingly had enough power to continue flying even after the crew had ejected. As the pilots landed in the warm water of the Gulf of Mexico, the airplane continued climbing for a few minutes and then, without a pilot at the controls, the entire topside crew of the carrier watched the pilotless plane roll over and dive into the sea.

The pilot should have used his checklist, shouldn’t he?

Guess what? If you don’t want to crash and burn, or sink to the bottom of the watery depths of the lakes, ponds and rivers on your local golf course, you’ll develop a set-in-concrete pre-shot routine you will use each and every time you strike a golf ball.

Professional golfers ALL use a pre-shot routine. Why? Because their livelihood depends on their performance.

Even if you are an amateur weekend golfer, a simple pre-shot routine can save you from an ignominious mistake on the golf course in front of your friends that might cost you dearly when you settle up in the clubhouse.

Everyone’s pre-shot routine is different depending on the golfer’s experience and ability.

After the golfer has determind what kind of shot to hit with which club, a beginner’s preshot routine might be something like:

  1. Grip
  2. Address the ball
  3. take my stance
  4. assume correct posture, watermelon back, arms straight, cantaloupe up.
  5. A little tension releasing waggle
  6. Hit the ball!

No two experienced golfers would have the same pre-shot routine. No two professionals would have the same pre-shot routine, but they ALL have one.

Everyone will develop their own pre-shot routine on the practice range. My advice is develop your pre-shot routine to the point that you’re able to reproduce it EVERY TIME you swing at the golf ball on the golf course.

Of course, you can ignore this advice like the pilot did. If you do, I suggest you get a supply of those floating golf balls.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game

Barney Beard

 

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won the silver medal in the FAPA literary competition and the bronze in the elit competition.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

I often have spare copies of various golf instructional books in good condition by well known authors available for sale if you come by the range. I keep a supply in my truck, $5.00 a copy.

ppps. I also have a blog about stories and letters for my grandchildren. Click Here.

Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here. I have a new book just published, The Bow Window.  Click Here.

 

 

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The Golf Grip…Consistent Grip Pressure…Barney Beard Golf

Never re-grip your golf club.

You should maintain a consistent grip-pressure when using your driver, a fairway wood, a hybrid or short iron into the green, a wedge , chipping or pitching from close in or your putter. The successful ball striker MUST hold every golf club on every swing with a firm grip throughout.

The successful ball striker must maintain a consistent grip-pressure going back, at the top and coming down into the ball. If you had a grip-pressure meter to help you with your swing, you would work to have the same strong, firm grip-pressure at every point.

How you grip the golf club is the number one fundamental in golf. How you grip the golf club throughout your golf swing is critical. The point of this lesson is to remind you:

Never Regrip the Golf Club During Your Swing

Over the years I’ve noticed many of my golf students re-gripping the golf club during their golf swing. This is a common fault among beginners and veterans alike. Re-gripping the golf club during the swing will cause a plethora of problems like ulcers, loss of copious amounts of cash and the raising of the golfer’s handicap and the lowering of the re-gripper’s self esteem. There have even been cases of rickets, warts and ingrown toenails caused by re-gripping the golf club during the swing.

This re-gripping of the golf club usually, but not always, occurs at the top of the backswing. The transition is the point at the top of the backswing where the golfer stops going backwards and begins the downswing. It’s at this critical moment, the transition, I see the most problems by ‘re-grippers’.

Ok, what’s the cure and preventative?

  1. Go to the practice range.
  2. Begin with a full, smooth 8 iron.
  3. Connect your brain with your hand and fingers during your swing.
  4. Monitor your grip pressure.
  5. As you hit practice balls, concentrate on maintaining a firm, strong grip pressure even when the ball is on the way to the target. Better a bit too strong a grip than too weak. Think a 7 or 8 out of ten grip pressure. When you swing, there can be no possibility of repositioning one’s hands on the handle of the golf club.

Here’s another hint. Add grip pressure to your pre-shot routine. When you take the club out of the bag for a shot, grip the club BEFORE you address the ball. Grip the club in the exact manner you’re going to hit the ball.

There should be ‘NO RE-GRIPPING’ during your set up. Re-gripping during your set up will lead to re-gripping during your swing.

Grip the club firmly during your entire swing. I wouldn’t want you have ulcers or ingrown toenails.

Play Often, Have Fun, Respect the Game

Barney Beard

ps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: How Not to be Embarrassed on the First Tee. My Momma would be proud of me. My book, Golf for Beginners won the silver medal in the FAPA literary competition and the bronze in the elit competition.

pps. Click Here to order my book: Golf for Beginners: Left Hand Version.

I often have spare copies of different golf instructional books in good condition by well known authors available for sale if you come by the range. I keep a small supply in my truck. I’ll sell them for $5.00 a copy.

ppps. I also have a blog about stories and letters for my grandchildren. Click Here.

Copyright 2019 Barney Beard Golf. All Rights Reserved. No part of this article may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from the author.

Well, I’ve finally done it. My historical novel about the Cherokee deportation, A White Killing Frost, is on the shelf ready for you to check out in the Lady Lake Library and the Sumter County Library in Wildwood. It’s also available in almost every public library system in both Georgia and Florida. How good is that? Also, you can buy it directly from me off my tailgate for a discount price and you won’t have to pay shipping. I suppose I am a late bloomer, as my mom suggested long ago. How good is that? The book is also available on Amazon both digitally and hard copy. The digital book is only $2.99.Click Here. I have a new book just published, The Bow Window.  Click Here.

 

 

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