Swinging and Hitting vs the cruelty of ill defined randomness
Here is a Yoda post that I read and re read. Especially now that Im hitting after many years of ...........something, not sure what, lets call it a constant state of Flux. With results that matched.
Oh and a short but sweet post by Luke that is thought provoking.
Did Yoda and Billy Casper get around to talking about the Casper takeaway?
If I remember correctly, most of the discussion was around putting. Of course, Lynn was well prepared to strike up the conversation with stories and facts about Casper on the tip of his tongue!
For Hitters using the Angle of Approach procedure, this is a great thread: http://www.lynnblakegolf.com/forum/s...oach+procedure. All my posts here bear on the thread-initiating questions and are worthy of study, but post #11 turned the tide.
Here's one I wrote in November 2005 in response to rchang's post regarding noise during a clip from the Alignment Golf video V.J. Trolio and I filmed at Old Waverly GC that October. The thread and video can be found under TGM Basic / V.J. and Yoda Talk Short Shots http://www.lynnblakegolf.com/forum/s...ead.php?t=1840. Believe me, every word in this Post #9 is true!
Originally Posted by rchang72
Yoda, I can't believe the bad luck you had with ambient noise. A delivery truck followed by weather warning sirens?
It ain't bad luck, Rchang, it's normal! Until I started filming videos around the country, I had no idea how much noise there is on the so-called 'tranquil' golf courses of the land.
My first attempt in Orlando, Florida, early this year met with more maintenance carts and mowers than you can imagine. After several aborted attempts, we moved to the far side of the course -- far enough away, I thought, to avoid all that activity.
I was wrong.
In fact, on this outer border of the course, in addition to the everpresent maintenance men...
"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"
-- The Beatles, Eleanor Rigby
...we were also constantly interrupted by everything from barking dogs to screaming avian wildlife. The last straw came when a heliocopter -- a heliocopter for cryin' out loud! -- approached and then stopped directly above us. With its occupants apparently checking out the adjacent property, and with the entire blue sky available for parking, it then proceeded to hover in that exact spot a full ten minutes! I kid you not.
Last June, things were going quite nicely during the filming of a practice tee interview with Henning Lundstrom, GSEM, in Destin, Florida. Suddenly, the range-meister cranks up the ball-picker and begins to rattle around in front of the tee. When he gets through, he fires up his gasoline-powered ball buggy, pulls up within ten feet of our location and kills the engine. He then proceeds to dump range balls, first into the basket at Henning's feet, and then into the baskets in the adjacent stations. That job done, he cranks up again and motors away. Between him -- he made several more passes -- and what must have been the entire Florida Air National Guard conducting maneuvers in the area, Henning and I didn't stand a chance.
Then, in September, after running into similar obstacles during our first run at Woodmont C.C. in Canton, Georgia, V.J. and I declared war: We decided to film our next go-round at his quiet West Point, Mississippi, learning center. Situated at the far end of the Old Waverly Golf Club's practice range and well away from the clubhouse and golf course, it seemed to offer the perfect solution. Alas, within thirty seconds of our opening lines, a train whistle blew...and blew...and blew. I could only shake my head at V.J.:
"A train, V.J?", I said in disbelief. "You have a train around here?"
"It's three miles away," said he.
Well, maybe so, but it might as well have been next door.
Undaunted, we were out early the next morning on the scenic back side filming our Putting video. We had a two hour window until the first golfers would come through and had to make the most of it. We set up our cameras and got things rolling.
Then came Blowerman.
We're talkin' about a guy on a major league tractor pulling a giant leaves blower. Between the two machines, it sounded like Saturday at the Indy 500. And for some unknown reason, Blowerman decides to make the adjacent rough his career project. He simply would not go away! Even the normally cool-as-a-cucumber V.J. finally lost it and invoked an expletive or three.
When Blowerman finally ran out of gas, we moved to take advantage of the renewed peace and quiet. But we no sooner get started again when the guy who lives just off that green cranks up his riding mower and proceeds to mow his backyard. I am not making this up!
The delivery truck and weather sirens you talked about, Rchang? I never heard them.
The one great thing about the off season is that Yoda has the time to post more often. The drills link above could be a good DVD or instruction book in itself.
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