I have a dear friend whom I have known for 7 or 8 years. His name is Leon, but I tend to call him ma
ny things. Brother Leon or Brother J are two of my favorite, not that he is associated with a church in any capacity. It just seems to fit.
When I lived a little further south I used to golf with him at least once a week. In the nice part of the year that once a week was usually 2 or 3 times a week. Life being what life is. And the economy being what it is, I have moved a couple times since I first met him. I’ve gone from being a military brat to a computer gypsy. Anyway you look at it I am not gathering any moss.
We do try to get together a few times a year to play golf and renew our friendship. Needless to say, Brother Leon knows my swing well. Since he does, I do not mind him giving me advice about my swing from time to time. He is usually dead on as to my particular issue that day. I could blame my mediocre golf game on lack of any real athletic ability! Well, okay, I will do that. One of my poorer tendencies in my golf swing is to get way too fast. Fast in golf swing seldom equates to distance or a good ball flight. Continue reading “Just do the Funky Leon”