Alright folks, grabbing my driver today ’cause I gotta tell ya about tryin’ to hit balls like Anna Morgan. Saw her play on TV, just smooth as butter, right? Figured I could maybe copy a bit of that magic. Spoiler alert: my backyard ain’t Augusta, but hey, we gettin’ somewhere.
The Setup Disaster Phase
Started like I always do – stood at the driving range mat, tee’d up, took my usual stance. Whacked a few. Results? Looked like scared ducks flyin’ sideways. Felt stiff as a board, totally not that easy flow Anna’s got. Watched her clips again. Noticed her feet looked… chill. Like she was just standin’ there waitin’ for coffee, not tryna rip a ball 250 yards.
Copying Anna’s Chill Vibe (Tried To)
Okay, next bucket of balls. Changed two things real slow:
- Feet: Stopped spreadin’ ’em super wide like I was bracing for a hurricane. Put ’em just shoulder-width, toes pointin’ forward way more. Felt weirdly relaxed, almost lazy.
- That Slight Knee Bend: Usually I’m either lock-kneed or full squat mode. Forced myself to just soften the knees. Not a lot. Just… un-locked ’em.
Didn’t even swing yet. Just stood there. Felt kinda stupid honestly. But less tense.
The Swing Attempt – Slow Motion Mess
Now for the swing. Her backswing looks like she’s reachin’ for somethin’ smooth, not jerky. My usual move? Grab the club back fast like snatchin’ the last donut. Tried her way:
Super sloooow takeaway. Like counting “one Mississippi, two…” all the way up. Arms way higher than I usually go, turning those shoulders proper. Felt. Awkward. AS. HECK. First few swings?
Totally whiffed one. Skulled another low rocket that might’ve chipped a rock 20 feet ahead. Grunted. Almost quit.
But the fourth one? Whoosh. That sound! Contact felt… crisp? Like hittin’ a ripe watermelon. Ball went mostly straight, decent height. Did NOT expect that.
Sticking With It (Mostly)
Whole bucket went focusin’ on just those three things:
- Feet chill & shoulder-width
- Knees SOFT
- Takeaway like pullin’ taffy, not snappin’ a twig
More bad shots than good, sure. But that “crisp” feeling happened more. Maybe… 3 outta 10 shots? Hey, progress for me! Walked away sweaty and smilin’, not cussin’. Didn’t miraculously play like Anna Morgan. BUT. Felt WAY smoother when I didn’t rush it. Less fightin’ my own body. Gonna drag my sorry self back tomorrow and try it all over. Maybe add a hip wiggle next time, who knows.
