by Abbey Algiers
When I’m feeling frustrated with my game, my mind floats back to my first year golfing, when my dad and I would spend hours at the range and around the green. I’d beg him to “really play golf.” meaning I wanted to play nine holes, or at least the practice course. But we didn’t even hit the practice course that first year, as my dad insisted we “start with the basics.” He told me that I needed to lay down the groundwork first. So, we started from scratch. Grip. Stance. Swing. Learn the clubs. Then we put it all together at the range and on the greens. Those range balls didn’t go far, and my chips were pathetic.