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  • Writer's pictureStephen Atcheler

The Over-The-Top Swing: A Golfer's Unwanted Companion

G'day fellow golf enthusiasts. Stephen here, and today I’m taking the plunge into the turbulent waters of a challenge that’s as welcome as a fly at a barbecue - the dreaded over-the-top in golf swing.

Unwanted Echoes of the Over-the-Top Golf Swing

I am sick of looking at my golf swing and seeing the over the top and it really shits me. It's like a splinter, a persistent, annoying discomfort that sticks with you, a constant reminder of an imperfection unwilling to be tamed. Every replay is a mirror reflecting not just a swing but a spectre, a ghost of the precision and grace that exists in our wildest fantasies yet evades our reality.

The Unsolicited Feedback Loop

And then there are the “helpful” comments. Post a video, having a bit of fun, and some muppet decides it’s their civil duty to point out the glaringly obvious. "Jeez, it’s a bit steep mate!" Or even better, "Wow, that’s a great over-the-top swing!" It’s like a chef being told his soup needs salt by every passerby with a functioning set of taste buds.

A Golfer’s Struggle

I know as a golfer if you are going through this journey you will feel the same pain. It’s an exclusive club where the membership fee is paid in silent screams and muffled curses, uttered in the solemn confinements of our souls, away from the prying, “helpful” eyes of the world.

The Unyielding Quest to Conquer The Swing

I’m destined to work out how the hell I get rid of it. It’s like a quest, an odyssey where the grail is not a cup but a swing - elegant, majestic, a dance of the club so graceful it would make the heavens weep.

The Bane of Shallowing the Club

Shallowing the club - it sounds as mystical as a tale spun around a campfire. In the beginning, I had no clue how I even hit the ball. It was an awkward dance, a fumbling tango where the steps were as elusive as a mirage in the desert.

The Tumultuous Journey

It was only about 6 months in after watching golf videos on YouTube that I learnt about all my problems like early extension, over-the-top, and not getting the club shallow enough and having a steep downswing. The revelation wasn’t a relief but an unveiling of a mountain, towering, insurmountable.

The Elusive Technique

Why is it as soon as you take the club away in the backswing, then get to the top, there’s this insatiable urge to start the downswing by moving towards the ball? It's like being on a diet and walking past a bakery – the aroma of freshly baked pastries, irresistible, pulling you in.

Join the Odyssey

If this is you, join me in the quest to find out how the heck to actually do it. Every swing, every miss, is a step - some backward, some forward - in this dance of discovery. There’s no map, no guide, just the rhythm of the soul, echoing the silent beats of a drummer unseen.

The Day of Liberation

I can’t wait to the day where I see my swing and it is not over-the-top. It would be like the first rain after a scorching summer, the liberation, the freedom unexplainable, yet profoundly tangible. I will celebrate for a week when I have worked it out, a festival of liberation from the chains of over-the-top swing.

The Personal Touch in Combatting the Over-the-Top Golf Swing

But it’s something you can only work out on your own, like a puzzle, a riddle where the answer is not in words but in the silent echoes of revelation that dawn unannounced, yet profound. No coach, no YouTube tutorial can unveil this mystery - it’s a path walked alone, yet in the silent companionship of fellow travellers, each lost, yet profoundly found in their lostness.

The Silent Hope Amidst the Struggle

It’s frustrating, yet in this frustration is a silent hope, a whisper of a dawn unseen, yet promised. Every swing, a prayer, every miss, a silent hymn of a future where the over-the-top in golf swing is a ghost, a spectre of the past, haunting, yet powerless.

Conclusion: The Unyielding Dance with the Over-the-Top Golf Swing

In the midst of this struggle, amidst the silent screams and loud misses, the laughter of the greens and the silent gaze of the setting sun, we find not just a golfer, but a warrior, a dancer - awkward yet graceful, defeated yet undefeated, bound yet profoundly free. Every over-the-top swing, not a chain, but a silent step in an eternal dance of becoming, unfolding, and transcending. Cheers, mates!

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