What can one man do?
What can two brothers do?
It’s 1993. I’m frustrated, out of money, and on the verge of quitting golf, the game I’ve loved since 11.
No one has spent more money on golf instruction. I’m discouraged. I’ve gone to the biggest names in swing coaching, but each one teaches me different approaches without any rhyme or reason as to why. There’s no biomechanics, no systematic approach – just tips and quick fixes.
I’m living in Dallas at the time, bartending at night, trying to make money so I can play golf during the day. But I’m ready to throw in the towel.