The Forward Press

FORWARD PRESS BLOG 2They are laughing a lot at the Young Larch Country Club in Pine Plains, a small town in Millerton County, at the foot of the Berkshires.

At the bar, a paunchy man in a blue Lacoste tee shirt held his wife’s hand and told a story about a great amateur golfer who was famous for his forward press.

“What’s a …….?” said his wife.

The paunchy man pressed his wife’s hand and winked at her. “A great amateur golfer walked onto the third tee,” he began, “and there’s a woman sitting on a stone fence behind the tee.”

‘“Hey, Miss Roosevelt,’” the great amateur golfer called to her, ‘“how about playing this hole with me.?’”

‘“My name isn’t Roosevelt. It’s Washington.’”

‘“Well, do you?’”

‘“Do I what?’”

‘“Want to play this hole with me?’

‘“Why not? You don’t squint.’”

‘“But I do forward press. Hope that doesn’t change your mind.’”

It was Henry Attas, the great amateur golfer, who now lit a cigarette with a big cigarette lighter and then blew out the flame with his mouth rather than snapping the top with his hand. He looked deeply into Ms. Washington’s eyes.

“Why should it?” she looked back deeply.

‘“It’s so much a part of me. Whether I want to or not, I begin my swing with a forward press. Been doing it since I started playing.’”

“Don’t look so deep into my eyes.”

“So much a part of me.”

‘“Well, what’s a ……?’”

‘“It starts the swing. It’s the takeaway. Everything else follows after the forward press,’” he said.  ‘“It’s a little like being born, but subtler. You push your hands forward ever so slightly just before taking the club back. Once you start, all becomes inevitable. Come here, I’ll show you.’”

‘“Another time.’”

‘“Come here.’”

‘“You’re not going to get me.’”

‘“I’m going to get you.’”

‘“You’ve got me.’”

‘“I feel so much more myself when I’m with you.’”

‘“More than with the forward press?’”

‘“The forward press gives me self-belief and that’s what you need to play your best. Don’t you think so, Ms. Washington?’”

‘“What?’”

‘“And when you lose self-belief, that’s when you’re at the end of your career. It’s true, Ms. Washington.’”

At the bar, the paunchy man winked at his wife again. “And that’s the story about the great golfer,” he said. His wife winked back and took her hand from his.

The paunchy man who loved golf said, “Ben Hogan won the US Open.  Forward Press. Sam Snead. Forward press. Byron Nelson. Forward press. Gary Player forward pressed with his right knee.” He solemnly lifted his eyes towards the ceiling of the bar. “The forward press,” he said. “One of the best movements to ever grace the golf swing.” And then he said, “Remnant of a bygone era.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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