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You Never Can Tell

N'est-ce pas, mes amis?  About what's going to happen with that next swing, round of golf, or when you step out the front door each and every day.  Yet, you think, you truly believe - more & more today via our supposedly sophisticated technology, projections and measurements - that you've got it all dialed in, huh?  Structure. Predictions.  Averages.  What 'should' happen. 

Then BOOM - your world, on and off the links, get rocked (more on that just south of here on your screen).

Voilà some temporary (but then again, nothing is permanent..) order:

- Click on coolio image above.

- Listen and watch.

- Twist on back thissa way for some ideas & insight on how this scene and accompanying lyrics might help you deal with the fact: you never can tell...


The incomparable Chuck Berry's "You Never Can Tell," of course.  The tune found new life in 1994 in Quentin Tarantino's equally incomparable offering, Pulp Fiction. Written while Berry was in prison in the early '60's (you never can tell...). 

When you find yourself 'in jail' on the golf course, how do you respond?  Stupefied, whiny and full of excuses - or accepting, accountable and planning a successful 'escape?' And how did you end up there in the first place, boys & girls?  Poor execution?  Poor decision? Poor little you, blaming some outside agency?

There's a new golfing life awaiting you, starting with better understanding your tendencies and trends in the golf park, then taking the appropriate steps (à la Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega) on a path towards improvement. 


"They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz

Boy, has 2016 Open Champion Henrik Stenson 'let it blast' from tee to green the past few years.  Has anyone on the planet put on a finer stripe show than the Swede?  Hundreds upon hundreds of crisp balls thumped and pressured at a premium.  Click above for a demo from his 3rd round at this year's event and appreciate a pair of those flush strikes.

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell"


 

  But when the sun was going down on his final round at Portrush, the inconceivable happened... that wonderfully rapid tempo-ed (you think swinging 'slower' is helping you to hit it farther?  Missed dance step there, people) swing fell, if you will.  Click above, but beware...

El Hosel comes out of nowhere - ever had that happen?  Take a look at Stenson's incredulous, bewildered, and despairing mug, and the half-a-club on his shoulders. It goes to show you never can tell...

The point?  If it can happen to one of the world's best, it can happen to you and I.  Indeed - c'est la vie; this game is hard - especially when conditions get a little 'less-than-perfect.' 

What sort of conditions, situations and environments do you practice in, anyway?  Pristine?  Stress-free?  Cushy, comfy and void of consequence?  I understand.   Just don't be shell-shocked (the old, and wise, folks, know that) if things don't turn out quite as you'd have liked on the course when the heat is on (or the rain is coming in sideways on a links layout). 

It's why I developed my Train2Trust program.  Click below for details.




"They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale"




Word around the 'surprised' scientific community campfire is that an asteroid nearly collided with the "blue planet" (that's the one we live on, FYI) a few days back.  Would have 'disrupted' your daily doings shall we say - much like a nuclear bomb.  Glob 'o pumice was traveling at 15 miles/second; and you thought the long-drive specialists had some speed... Goes to show you never can tell...

Click above for a quick video of the event.

A strike would have literally rocked your world.  No more apartments (think hipster condos).  No more Roebuck - Sears & -  (think Amazon Prime) sales.  No more cooleartors (think shiny stainless steel smart frigs).  No more TV dinners, or ginger ale (think gourmet delivered-to-your-doorstep meals & that fine vino you like to sip). Like when something happens 'out of the blue' during a round golf - or in the other game - life.  The unexpected.  The unwelcome.  The undeserved. 

Woe is you... you're out playing a game in a park whist many are struggling for survival.  For those less fortunate, this ain't some Jack Rabbit Slims Twist Contest, or ball & stick game with accolades and a trophy for the winners, it's life and death.

So next time some twist of fate hurls itself in your direction, pause for a moment, take a breath (you are alive and vertical) and a profound look around you - and remember how fortunate your really are.




Got it all under control, eh?  The temperature is just right and things proceeding according to plan?  Your story - on and off the links - has been written, with the happiest of endings?  Right-o.

But do you consider the illusions, the random chaos + all the elements that are out of your control in your golfy, and life, novels?  The inevitability of any, and everything.  Mini life and golf asteroids are whizzing by, and perhaps into you, constantly.  

How do you respond?  How about: expect nothing, prepare for everything, and leave your attachment to outcome (like what's on your scorecard) in the restroom. 

Not buying it?  No problemo... click on the New Yorker funny above for a friendly reminder :)

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell"


 

 
 In need of guidance and direction in procuring a more productive mindset (and swinging motion) for you golf?  I'm here for you. 

Train2Trust guided practice sessions & schools (August dates coming soon to a screen near you...)

Plus: individual and small group guidance at Eugene Country Club - or in your hood. 

Christopher@ChristopherSmithGolf.com

CSmith@EugeneCountryClub.com




 

Once upon a time there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate. They said, “We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate.” The farmer said, “Maybe.” The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the evening everybody came back and said, “Oh, isn’t that lucky. What a great turn of events. You now have eight horses!” The farmer again said, “Maybe.” The following day his son tried to break one of the horses, and while riding it, he was thrown and broke his leg. The neighbors then said, “Oh dear, that’s too bad,” and the farmer responded, “Maybe.” The next day the conscription officers came around to conscript people into the army, and they rejected his son because he had a broken leg. Again all the neighbors came around and said, “Isn’t that great!” Again, he said, “Maybe.”

The farmer steadfastly refrained from thinking of things in terms of gain or loss, advantage or disadvantage, because one never knows… In fact we never really know whether an event is fortune or misfortune, we only know our ever-changing reactions to ever-changing events.







 

 

Best,
 
          ~ CS ~
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