[Theodan]

I'm about a 10. But if there was a word "ugly10" in the dictionary, my picture would be right next to it. Bent left wrists and fluff balls.

I got a peak at what the Imperatives and flying wedges can do for my ballstriking at the very, very end of last season. This winter I have been building some mean mojo by hanging at golf message boards, fussing over a Yellow Book, working with dowels in the kitchen, and making loud noises out on the screened porch with an impact bag. My wife is encouraging me the whole way.... she says it's just more fodder for the commitment hearing.

I expect to really 'light this candle" with a road trip to The Swamp at the end of the month. Lit match to fuel. Exorcisms of the demons in my Basic Stroke. And the real word, loud and clear.

I'm 55 and, as Burner said above, no more time to waste. Not on the pervasive golf instruction vagueries. Fellow stinkers, let's get on the bus, pump and share the mojo.

Charlie