My Little Demon
The Demonic Golf Slice
Since the beginning of time there was the slice. And it was still
when I picked up this sport.
I went on for years playing with a dreadful slice. At first I
would aim 20
to 30 yards to the left of the left side of the fairway, constantly praying
that the attempt would make the right side of the fairway.
Eventually I would be able to put the ball in play using this
method, but this was only the foundation of my problem.
My slice (which I would ultimately dub “My Little Demon”) would
into a larger obstacle for me to overcome.
You see, creating a target line so far to the left of where a
should be aimed made me subconsciously believe that a slice was a
good thing. I continued to strengthen this belief by successfully
putting the ball in the fairway a few times each round.
As the years went by I started to think that this slice could
even be a
positive aspect of my game. This is when “My Little Demon” would
start taking over my golfing life.
Over time I would continue to compensate for this poor golf swing.
This would force me to aim to the left a little more each round.
realized my slice was out of control when I noticed I was lining up for
a shot up to 40 yards left of the fairway, no joke.
Before I cured my golf slice it was, no doubt,
the bane of my existence when I hit the range or course.