Lessons? Lessons? We don't need no steenking lessons. Seriously, the first time I picked up a golf club, I hit a 300 yard drive. The second and third times, it was even farther. Oh, that it were only that easy all the time. Driving was the best/only part of my game that was any decent in the beginning. Couldn't hit irons for the life of me. I was only OK on the greens, but it took too many shots to get there.
It's easy to get hooked on the game when you stand there and watch these magnificent, beautiful drives coming off your golf club and I did. As I played more, got more experience, the drives started becoming a problem. Maybe I got into my own head or something, but after a while, my whole golf game switched. I couldn't hit woods to save my life and irons were the only reason I still played. I was teeing off with a four iron and hitting it 280 yards. Three iron from the fairway, no problem. The course I played had a 180 yard par three that was severely downhill from the tee box. I had to use a pitching wedge and take something off of it in order not to overshoot the green. That's how well I was hitting my irons.
Then that went away too. Suddenly, I was a shanking, slicing, chilly-dipping menace on the golf course. The last time I played, everything I hit took off at a 90-degree angle from where I was aiming. It's been at least 15 years since I picked up a club. I doubt I ever do it again. Golf breaks your heart. I need lessons badly, but I doubt they would help. I think I have the yips. The same thing that Tin Cup had.