MASTERING THE MENTAL SIDE OF F*%#ING GOLF
by Todd Hartley
As many of you know, I consider myself an avid golfer — and by avid, I mean that I only play sporadically but still become enraged when I don’t hit each shot perfectly. Although I’m not so bad now, once upon a time a round of golf with me was almost guaranteed to include gratuitous cursing and even some club throwing.
I have fond memories of playing golf with my parents and older brother when I was a kid. This is largely due to the fact that my mother and brother have tempers that are worse than mine and would make me feel stoic by comparison. Read the rest of this entry →