An article (“How Insults Spur Success”)  from The New York Times’ Jobs Section,  page 9,  October 16, 2011, as told by  Peggy Payne and written by  Patricia R. Olsen, shared a story that is relevant to all of us, and more specifically, athletes.

A quote from the article is a good place to begin.

“At 62, I’m still stewing over not being chosen to attend the Governor’s School of North Carolina when I was 16. It is true that many good things have happened in my life: a happy marriage, a few books published, fulfilling years in journalism and freelance editing. But the fact remains that at age 16, I was not among those selected to spend six weeks in 1965 at the Governor’s School, a renowned summer camp for brainy teenagers. And silly as it may seem, this rejection has helped my career. That’s because there’s nothing like a little ’I'll show ’em’  to incite ambition. Many people cherish their motivational insults…The one’s that got away, never quite go away, and that’s not such a bad thing.”

I remember a story about Michael Jordon. He got cut from his high school basketball team. And the world knows what happened to his career as a basketball player. Roy Campanella, a catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers, wanted to play a different position. But, a team early in his career, said they needed a catcher and he took the position. He took this negative experience and became a Hall of Famer. There are many stories like that in sports. What the old saying, Whatever doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. Boxers may lose a round or a match, but they need to look at the next one and let the disappointment spur them on to get off the stool and try again. They do this by saying things to themselves that are motivating – just like Ms. Payne did.

So, I decided to watch Monday night football yesterday. After trying Channel 7, I remembered Monday night football was on ESPN. I spent about three hours watching the Miami Dolphins and the New York Jets butt helmets. It was not a pretty game except for a cornerback, Revis, a few throws by Sanchez and a couple of catches by the visiting teams ends. When the final whistle blew, the Jets had won 24-6.  I made a mental note not to watch a coach’s post game interview,   if  it followed a game played by a couple of teams who had no ability to play well – especially of neither team was my team. It might be dangerous to my mental health.

For some reason, certainly not logical, I stayed in my chair and watched Rex Ryan come before the media to give his reaction to the game. What he decribed was mind bending. He noted that his team played well – yes they had started slow – but took off and was very pleased with their performance. Let me repeat, the Jets, who Mr. Ryan had crowned as Super Bowl winners, had just beaten a very poor team who had lost their starting quarterback. Now, either Rex needs a better optical perscription, he is using some kind of substance that creates hallucinations, he is struggling with a mental disorder or he is a liar. By the way, more than one causation can be true at the same time.   It’s only fair to give Rex Ryan a break – his team had lost the last three games. Maybe just winning one game made him drunk and delirious.

As he was talking, I wondered if I had to much to drink when I was watching the game. I checked my mug – herbal tea. I drank a pot of peppermint herbal tea. Wow, that stuff is sure powerful. We know that politicians are the great spin doctors. Rex should run for President. If he lost, he would still move his stuff into the White House. By the way, I know this article is focusing on one coach. But, I’ve seen so many make me feel nuts.

How is distorting the view of a football game by a team’s coach helpful to his players and to the audience that is watching and listening? Maybe it helps the coaches with their concussion symtoms. The previous day, I had watched a tape of two coaches getting into a fight with each other after the game was over. Maybe the coaches need to be side lined and examined. I know players are checked for drugs. What about the coaches? I suggest random testing of coaches for drugs, alcohol, psychological testing. If they don’t pass, please stop them from giving post game interviews.

A fan’s loyalty to a sport franchise builds like any loyalty to specific product. You wonder why a team that abandoned a City still maintains loyalty from its fans. Yes, many are angry at being left. Many other fans are in shock. But for many other fans, they are remain emotionally tied to the sports team that left them in the lurch and resides in a place very far away. What explanations can we offer for this emotional tie to a team that jilted them?

Having been a very young child in New York City in the 50″s, I was exposed to the Brooklyn Dodgers, the New York Giants and the New York Yankees. There were many things going on in my 7 year old life. My uncle took me to the Polo Grounds, my father took me to Yankee Stadium and my Aunt took me to Ebbets field. I was struck by formal pinstripes of the Yankees, the majesty of their Stadium, and the names of the ballplayers who played for them. The Giants had Willie Mays – end of story – he just was the most magnificent centerfielder – player – I ever have seen. My father had a baseball signed by Mel Ott. But, it was the Dodgers that captured my heart and soul. The signing of the name “Dodgers across the jerseys, the red numbers of the players directly underneath the name stood out, the intimacy of Ebbets Field left me feeling like I was on the field with the players, and JACKIE, CAMPY, THE DUKE, PEE WEE AND NEWK had nicknames just the kids from my neighborhood. Even though they were consistently coming in second behind The Yanks, watching Them Bums, argueing with other about which team was better was exciting and filled with irrational fervor. In 1959, the Dodgers had moved to Los Angeles and the Giants had moved to San Francisco. They had abandoned me after years of my complete loyalty. I was distraught. I went to the Polo Grounds to watch the newly formed Mets play the Dodgers. You would think that I would have cheered for the Mets – the new National League New York team. The Dodgers had the same uniform as they had the year before – except for the stupid hat with the “LA” on their cap. I found myself wanting the Dodgers to beat the Mets. Remember I was 8 years old. I had the following thought – “one day I’m going to move to Los Angeles and rejoin my beloved Dodgers.” Two decades later I did it. I had not let the Dodgers end our relationship. I was at home in Dodger Stadium. 

Loyalty to a sports team is part of our DNA. It is made up of sounds, sights, smells and all the stuff that makes us chemically connected to a sports team. This DNA structure invades our being at a time in life when we are open to all the new wonderful things in life. It is very hard to change our DNA.

It is one of the reasons why there is such loyalty to the New York Football Giants who don’t even play in New York or the New York Jets who also play outside of New York. The owners who moved those two teams kept the same name and uniform. The colors are the same. The names are the same. Fans remain committed to these teams that abandoned them.

Sports teams hook onto our DNA when we are most vulnerable they have us. We remain loyal to our team. Like the title of the Bob Dylan song says “Remain Forever Young.”

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My brother, Mark, plays out of the Muttontown Country Club on Long Island. On January 13, of 2007, he and I set out on a journey that would result in him playing as an amateur golfer in the Bob Hope Pro-Am Dessert Classic in Palm Springs. Mark had never played in a golf tournament, let alone one that includes celebrities, professional golfers, press coverage and a national television audience.

I accompanied Mark for a number of reasons: I wanted him to have a fan club: Mark’s birthday is January 19th and we could celebrate it together; and as a publisher/reporter of a sport psychologist magazine, Psyched (www.psychedonline.com) as well as a writer of a column, “Ask Dr. Schienberg”, for Golfing Magazine, I would be able to do some reporting, interviewing and write this story.

A stretch limousine picked us up in Manhattan and we headed towards LaGuardia Airport. In the stretch limo we had our golf bags, suitcases, carry-on pieces and my lap-top computer. It was surreal….like the pro-golfer and his entourage going about their normal lives. We began a trip that had very little to do with life as we new it. We stared out the window, chatted about nothing, and arrived at the airport. We had first class seats on the flights to Chicago and from Chicago to Palm Springs. If you’re going to play with the pros, it is good to get into their experience. Mark needed to believe that he rightfully belonged in the Tournament.

We arrived at our hotel late that afternoon, unpacked, decided to have a quiet dinner at the hotel and try to get some sleep before the first practice round set for the next morning. We didn’t talk about golf that night. Mark didn’t think he would get much sleep. I suggested that if he just got to rest through the night and quiet himself, it would work in his favor. Facing Mark was three days of practice rounds and four rounds of actual tournament play. Each Tournament round would be played on a different golf course: The PGA West, Bermuda Dunes, LaQuinta, and The Classic. The three practice rounds were to be played on there of the courses of the Tournament.

This is a good time to explain how the scoring of this Pro-Am Tournament is constructed. There are three amateurs in each group. The fourth player is a professional. Each group has three amateurs – a high, middle and low handicap player. The three amateurs play together throughout the Tournament rounds and form a team. A different professional is added to the amateur team for each Tournament round.

The first day of practice rounds came and the weather was cool and cloudless. Mark was scheduled to start his first practice round at 9:30 AM. So, we showered, got into our costumes around 7:30 AM, loaded our SUV with his golf bag and got some breakfast at our hotel. We talked about the weather, the beautiful, mountainous surroundings and the opportunity to participate in something so unique. After paying the check, we walked down to the practice driving range next to the course. Mark wanted to find his caddie. As soon as Mark spotted him, I realized that a part of my job was over. It was like turning my responsibility for my younger brother over to someone I could trust. He was in good hands.

I turned my attention to my job as a member of the press covering the event. So, I drove over to the Classic Golf Club, the home of most media activity for the Tournament, got registered and made some good contacts.

Mark and I met up later that day. There was a smile on his face as he exited the golf course. The first practice round was over and he was relieved that he had done as well as he had – not to mention not having embarrassed himself. We talked about the other amateurs that made up his group. Mark had entered the Classic with an 18 handicap. That day he played as well as any of the other amateurs who had lower handicaps. So, he was pleased…very pleased. I was relieved for him.

For your information, in order to be entered as an amateur in the Tournament, you have to have no higher than an eighteen handicap and pay a $5000 entry fee. Mark’s company put up the fee as a gift for his hard work.

The second day was different from the first practice round day. He was much more nervous – the real Tournament was closer. He said, “I want to do well. Yesterday, I just wanted respectability and I got it. Now my team will be expecting the same from me.” The next practice round day went not as well for Mark. The final three holes of the last practice round went very poorly. He was critical of himself. When he gets into that negative mind set, he becomes short with people. The real Tournament was getting closer and closer. The weather had turned nasty and the weather forecast was getting worse. He was in many ways more settled in to the rhythm of a golf day.

His play on the third practice round was somewhere between the first and second day. The bond between Mark the two other amateurs in the group had taken hold. They felt like a team – not just three individual amateurs trying to do their best. The scoring for the team was based on best score for each hole by any of the players in the group. The weight of stress and responsibility was shared by each member. So, they routed for each other. As I watched them walk down the fairways, I could see more smiles, chatter and friendship having a positive effect on their enjoyment and play.

It didn’t seem like a great atmosphere for golf would be present on the first day of real tournament play. But, one of the great things about golf, whether you are an amateur or professional, is that it is played by everyone in the same conditions. No one gets an advantage. The high winds and low temperatures were so uncomfortable at the end of the second round; I hid inside the clubhouse and had myself a hot tea instead of a beer.

An encounter with my new friend Kathleen Bennett (the marketing director of the Classic Club golf tournament) broke the tightness that Mark had fallen into on the first day of Tournament play. It was an hour before his tee off time. She knew the various holes of the Classic Course. So, she started going over them in rapid fire fashion, all the holes and how they could cause different problems…a water hazard here, narrow fairway there…pin placement somewhere else.

You could see the expression on his face changing with every problem that she was laying out for him. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Sure,” he replied. I quickly escorted Mark out to the practice range and turned Mark over to his caddie again. This was good for Mark – to get the round underway by swinging the club on the range and practicing his putting.

So, I went back to the clubhouse to have a cup of coffee. Out of no where Mark appears in the golf shop. I rushed over and asked him, “What’s wrong?” He forgot his belt and needed to buy one. After choosing one, he went out to the driving range again. I went back to my coffee. He ran back into the clubhouse again. What now? He forgot his favorite shoes in the golf shop when he was buying the belt. Thank goodness they were sitting next to the cash register where he put them down while paying for the belt…so much for not being nervous. I wondered what he would have forgotten if he knew he knew he was nervous.

Mark’s practice session at the driving range went very well. He hit some great drives and started to focus mostly on his irons. I went over to the first tee and waited for my brother’s name to be called. It was a half hour later that I heard “On the first tee, representing the Muttontown Country Club from Long Island, New York is Mark Schienberg.” I recognized the name and my eyes shot over to the tee. There was Mark teeing up his drive. I remembered Mark telling me, “I just hope I hit it.”

I may have been more nervous for him than he was for himself. I lapsed into prayer. He hit the ball very well and we both smiled at each other as he headed down the first fairway. I would find out after the round was over that it was Mark’s best drive of the day. It was his iron shots that got him through the round in great stead. Often you don’t know which clubs will be working for you through a round of golf.

The four days of Tournament play was officially underway. He was now going through the real experience. This was very good. By the time this is all over he will know he has been through a significant life event – one he will not be able to forget. He will have learned a lot about himself, golf, playing in a tournament, etc. He is learning to trust in himself – in a way that really matters – by knowing himself under a new circumstance. Don’t short change the situation or yourself by denying the experience of it. It’s a great metaphor for life.

Playing six rounds in six consecutive days, practicing before and after each round and getting good night sleeps between rounds was not easy and often resulted in physical exhaustion. However, what was more difficult was the mental exhaustion. If you are a professional golfer, you may be used to this kind of grind. But, if you are an amateur golfer, you may have never experienced this degree and length of mental focus. As an amateur you may play four rounds in a week at most. There is a need to take some mental and physical time off. But, you can’t – not the way this tournament is set up – day after day – round after round – the focus required is constant – weathering the ups and downs – maintaining focus regardless how the conditions are and how others are playing, etc. Learning how to manage the prolonged mental stress is vital. It is important to take time to practice relaxation techniques as much as you practicing the physical skills of playing golf.

At the end of the third day of tournament play, Mark had transformed himself into a person who walked and talked like a man who belonged in a tournament of this magnitude. I had to leave Palm Springs one day before the end of the last day of play. It was upsetting to not see him finish. But, there were no flights on Sunday and only one flight was available on Saturday. I had to be back in New York and be at my other work by Monday. I was assured that Mark would do fine on the last day even though he was still muttering “I will not do this again.”

Mark’s team of amateur players had been assigned four different professional golfers to play with – a different pro for each day of play. Kirk Triplett filled out the four some on the first day. Wearing a great hat and a big smile, he was as friendly and helpful as any amateur could wish to partner up with. He gave pointers, patted guys on the back and made Mark feel as relaxed as possible. It was great that Triplett was the first pro. In the second round, the amateur group played with Briny Baird. Other than for also wearing a sombrero, he in no way was like Kirk. Briny just played his game with almost no interaction with his amateur playing partners. He wasn’t nasty – just not social – all business.

So, the three amateurs again felt that they were the team. The third and fourth days brought Cameron Beckman and Kevin Sutherland to the group. They were very much like Baird. They were there to win a Tournament and make some dough – not create new friends. Therefore, the last three rounds were not as much fun. It became a more serious experience and the focus was on doing the work of playing in a golf tournament as a team of amateurs, playing against other amateur teams. This was more like the real deal of playing in a professional golf tournament. There was much the guys learned from that as with Kirk – just different learning.

By the way his team had scored 29 under par for the Tournament. They were not far from the winning the trophy for the best amateur team. Very respectable! He had played the same courses with the likes of Phil Michelson, Jeff Sluman, Justin Rose, etc., and held his own. Good for you Mark!!!

When Mark and I met up two days later, his tune had changed. He confessed that “I will do the Tournament again next year.” It was not hard to imagine that when he got back to the Muttontown Country Club on Long Island, he would be striding down the course with a pride that he hadn’t had before. It was great to have shared the ride with him. It brought us even closer than we had experienced before. He was thankful that I had been there and I was happy that he let me share it with him.

What is the real story? It is that he was contacted by the Yankee general manager at Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. What was he doing there? He was thinking of doing his resurrection up there. Also, he was considering his most holy appearance in Houston. So, why did he choose the Bronx to perform this miracle? How does $28,000,000 sound as a very good explanation.

I’m certainly a respectful appreciator of the achievements of Roger Clemens. He has been a magnificent pitcher and deserves to be in the Hall of Fame. But, this latest stunt has cast a darker shadow on his image. He said his good byes and everyone wished him well. He already road into the sunset as a pitcher. Everyone cried their tears. Now he wants baseball fans to be so excited about his return.

As a child I wanted to trust my heroes. When they said something I listened. I looked to them for a moment of truth about how to conduct myself as a man. Say it ain’t so, Roger. When Mattingly said his good byes, he came back as a coach. This was a model for what life is about and how to deal with the existential realities of life. This helps children deal with the stages of development.

When Roger announced that he couldn’t resist rejoining his pals to save the team and give the fans another championship he is disingenuous. His ego could not be so large as his behavior indicates or could it be? Does he really see himself as a savior? He owes his ex-teammates and fans a more honest expression of motivation. What does this do to the morale of a team? What does it do to the kids who have been Roger Clemens fans? I am suggesting Roger is only serving Roger, not his team, his fans or baseball itself.

by Paul Schienberg, PhD

At The 2007 Bob Hope Pro-Am Dessert Classic

Jesper Parnevik hit an extremely large number of golf balls with one club. He was clearly trying to work out something that he didn’t like in the morning practice round. Jesper looked frustrated with each shot, even though from this amateur golfer’s point of view, they seemed to be flying beautifully. At some point, Jeff Sluman, who was practicing at the next driving range tee, came over to where Parnevik was swinging. They talked and laughed. It seemed to break the ice surrounding Jesper’s head. Parnevik loosened up as the two men were gabbing. It was evident that there was a long standing camaraderie between them.

I got an opportunity to ask Jeff Sluman about the interaction between him and Jesper. “Did you give him some needed advice?” Sluman shook his head and said, “No. You can’t talk to Jesper about his game. He won’t listen. I just get him to relax by making him laugh. You see, his father was a comedian and he loves to laugh. It takes the pressure off of his game and he plays better. I’ve known him a long time and I see when he’s getting twisted up.”

Schienberg: “Yes, I can see you are good friends. While I’ve got you, I’d like to ask you about the mental aspects of your game?

Jeff Sluman: Sure. Give it a shot. I’m not a deep thinker.

Schienberg: How have you changed emotionally while playing golf?

Jeff Sluman: I’m a much more relaxed player today. It’s become my personality. I had been a fiery guy when I was young. I’d get frustrated; loose my cool and my stroke. Now, I concentrate on being calm. It does not take any effort now to remain tranquil even when things don’t go so right on the course. It just didn’t help my game nor did I like being that person who lost control and got so upset.

Schienberg: What do you think about re-doing golf swings?

Jeff Sluman: I don’t think it is a great idea to do major changes in a golf swing. Every player has the swing that fits his makeup – both physically and mentally. A tweak here or there is one thing, but it is more likely to create bigger problems if large changes are undertaken. I’ve known more players to get injured and screw their brains around when they change their swing so much. If things are not going well for me, it usually means that I’m not following my pre-shot routine – even if I think I am. So, I become more diligent about it.

Schienberg: Tiger’s not here. How does it affect you?

Sluman: Not very much.

Schienberg: Let me put it differently. What’s it like to play with Tiger?

Sluman: Well, let me put it this way. Tiger is focusing on Tiger. He’s not interested in what you are doing. He is totally focused on himself and his play. I try to do the same thing, but it is very different with him in my pairing. It is almost impossible to ignore what he is doing. In part, it is his personality, charm, complete composure and ability to make remarkable shots. It’s like you just feel compelled to be a spectator even though you are playing the game

Thousands of middle school football games get played across the country every weekend. Coaches and players spend hours trying to figure out ways to beat their opponents. Teams sometimes run up winning scores so that contracts are renewed, scholarships are offered, and players will be rewarded with gifts of all kinds.

Something happened in a football game a couple of weeks ago that reminds us of more important life-gains to be acquired by participating in sports. One such incident occurred in a small town outside of New York City. Somers Middle School was playing John Jay Middle School.

The Somers coach, Bud Von Heyn, asked Jeff Tepper, the coach of John Jay for a favor. After Jeff agreed, Bud gathered his players and told them to run the E.J. Shuffle play. Jeff passed the instructions onto his team.

The E.J. Shuffle would begin on the John Jay 35- yard line. E.J. Greczylo, a 15 year-old eighth grader, would be part of this one play and no other – no other for his entire football career. He was instructed by Coach Bud where to position himself in the backfield and to follow the fullback where ever he goes.

The players on both sides of the line of scrimmage took their positions; the ball was snapped to the quarterback, who then gave it to E.J. – a strong looking young boy with an awkward style of running. He held the ball beside his stomach, ran toward the sideline and then toward the goal line.

Everyone in the crowd, and players from both the John Jay and Somers bench cheered for E.J. The opposition players made like they were trying to tackle him, but either tripped or lunged ineffectively. Everyone was into the act. The attempt was to make one kid feel good – E.J. who suffered from Down syndrome. You see football was E.J.’s dream and he was taught by his parents to follow his dreams. At Somers, children who are disadvantaged are treated like the other children. So, when E.J.’s teacher let the coach know of his dream – to play football, started to practice with the team.

Obviously, there are some ethical questions raised. One is that E.J. wasn’t really treated like the other players on the team. Ok, that one is obvious. Sometimes we are faced with two ethical dilemmas simultaneously. I believe they made the right choice. E.J. was not deluded about his abilities. He didn’t expect a football scholarship to arrive from the University of Miami. He got what was going on. But, it was a thrill non-the-less. Everyone got taught a great lesson and did something that will make them feel like winners the rest of their lives. There was never a better touchdown scored. It was the first time in football history that both teams won.

AN EXPERIENCE AT THE DRIVING RANGE ENLIGHTENED ME. I KEPT HITTING THE BALL OFF TO THE LEFT. I AM A LEFT HANDED GOLFER. AN INSTRUCTOR STANDING TO ME ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING WRONG. I SAID, “SURE.” HE TOLD ME, YOU ARE NOT SWINGING THROUGH WITH YOUR HIPS, BACK FRONT SHOULDER. I THOUGHT I WAS, BUT WHEN HE PHYSICALLY SHOWED ME WHAT I WAS DOING I REALIZED I WASN’T . AFTER PHYSICALLY MOVING MY BODY IN THE CORRECT WAY I STARTED HITTING THE BALL STRAIGHT. HE ASKED ME, “DO YOU PRACTICE YOGA.” “NO.” I SAID. HE SAID, “GO TO SOME CLASSES, YOUR OWN MAT AND DO SOME OF THE POSES REGULARLY. YOU ARE SO TIGHT.”

BREATHING AND YOGA

THE BREATHING YOU LEARN IN YOGA HELPS YOU RELAX, AND THE STRENGTH AND BALANCE YOU GAIN IMPOROVES YOUR SWING.

YOGA ALSO RELEASES TENSION IN THE LOWER BACK, NECK, SHOULDERS, HIPS AND GROIN AREAS THAT CAN BE TIGHT FOR YEARS.

BREATHING IS THE FIRST AND FOREMOST THING IN GOLF AS IN YOGA.

DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU BREATHE DURING YOUR GOLF SWING?

MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW IF OR WHEN THEY’RE BREATHING.

WHEN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH, WHENEVER YOU UNDER STRESS (STANDING ON THE FIRST TEE OR OVER A DIFFICULT PUT), YOUR HEART ACCELERATES.

AN ACCELERATED HEART CAUSES TENSION IN THE MUSCLES AND AN INABILITY TO CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS AND YOUR MENTAL FOCUS AND LEARN DIAPHRAMATIC BREATHE.

THE SWING AND YOGA

THE SWING ITSELF IS AN EXPLOSIVE MOVEMENT FROM A STATIC POSITION, TAKING PLACE IN LESS THAN TWO SECONDS.

FORCE AND COMPRESSION ON THE SPINE OFTEN CREATES AN AWKWARD ROTATON.

EVERY MUSCLE AND JOINT IS WORKING ON THE GOLF SWING AND THUS THERE’S LOTS OF INJURIES.

POSES FOR GOLFERS

A MODIFIED COBRA POSE.

THE MOST COMMON INJURY IS IN THE LOWER BACK – 63 PERCENT OF GOLFERS PLAY WITH AN INJURED LOWER BACK.

LY ON YOUR BELLY WITH YOUR PALMS NEXT TO YOUR CHEST, FINGERS FACING FORWARD, ELBOWS HUGGING THE
SIDES OF YOUR BODY LIKE A CRICKET AND LIFTING THE CHEST SLIGHTLY.

START TO BUILD STRENGTH IN THE LOWER BACK, FLEXIBILITY IN THE THORACIC SPINE OPENING THE CHEST.

A ROUNDED SHOULD AND INFLEXIBILITY IN THE MUSCLES IN THE BACK WON’T GET A FULL ROTATION, AND YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO MAINTAIN THE PROPER ANGLE IN THE SPINE THROUGH THE GOLF SWING. THE SPINE IN THE CORRECT POSITION NEEDS THE LEAST AMOUNT OF ENERGY TO ROTATE.

II. I LIKE THE ALLIGATOR TWIST, IN WHICH YOU LIE ON YOUR BACK, ARMS PERPENDICULAR TO YOU BODY, PALMS UP. PLACE YOUR RIGHT FOOT JUST ABOVE THE LEFT KNEE AND TWIST THE LOWER BODY TO THE LEFT WHILE KEEPING THE RIGHT SHOULDER DOWN.

III.DOWNWARD FACING DOG IS A VERY GOOD POSE.” TARGETS FROM THE FEET UP, FLEXIBILITY IN THE FEET THE ACHILLES TENDON, CALVES, HAMSTRINGS, HIPS, LOWER BACK, MID BACK, SHOULDERS, ARMS AND WRISTS.

THIS POSE PROMOTOES FLEXIBILITY IN THE HAMSTRINGS (MOST GOLFERS HAVE TIGHT HAMSTRINGS) .

THEY CORRELATE TO THE HEALTH OF YOUR LOWER BACK AND THEY HELP SUPPORT YOUR KNEE FLEXION WHEN IN AN UNSTABLE LIE, WHEN YOUR FEET NOT LEVEL.

IT PROMOTES STRENGTH IN THE SHOULDERS, THE ARMS FOR DISTANCE OFF THE TEE.
FLEXIBILITY IN THE HANDS AND WRISTS IS CRITICAL. THEY ARE YOUR ONLY CONNECTION TO THE CLUB. INJURY

AMONG HANDS AND WRITS IS THE NUMBER THREE INJURY AMONG GOLFERS.

IV.TREE POSE. PUT A GOLF BALL ABOUT THREE FEET IN FRONT OF THEIR MAT. GO FROM LEFT SIDE TO RIGHT SIDE. IT HELPS WITH BALANCE AND FOCUS. TRAINS TO KEEP FOCUS ON THE PRESENT.

Maxine Roberts, “Yoga for Golfer”, (McGraw-Hill, 2004). She is a columnist for GolfChannel.com, and a yoga teacher.

At the end of the third round of the 2007 Bob Hope Dessert Classic in Palm Springs, Cameron Beckman and I had a chat about the mental side of his golf game. He had just finished hitting a hundred or so balls on the practice tee. Cameron was very accessible and friendly after finishing a round that was 2 under par.

I introduced myself as a reporter who wanted to ask a few questions.

Schienberg: Tell me a little about the mental side of playing golf from your point of view.

Beckman: Just to stay relaxed. If I’m not relaxed, get relaxed.

Schienberg: How do you get relaxed?

Beckman: I think I’m one of those lucky people who have an innate ability to be a relaxed person. If I’m not relaxed, I do a lot of deep breathing, get a massage, do some stretching and focusing. Hitting many golf balls before the round also relaxes me. The golf course is where I feel most at home. It is where I work, but it feels so familiar to me now, that it is home.

Schienberg: What if you are in the midst of playing your round and you find that there is a club that is not working for you that day? How do you handle it?

Beckman: I just don’t use it. I create my shots around having to use that club. As I look at a hole, I strategize how I can place my shots so I don’t have to use that club. It takes some doing. But, it really isn’t that difficult.

Schienberg: Speaking of shot strategies. Do you use visualization as a method of preparing to play a hole?

Beckman: The only times I use visualization is when I’m pitching or putting. I see before hand how the ball will bounce or roll with the terrain of the land and the grass. I see where I want the ball to land, how many bounces till it gets close to the pin, how much roll I want to create. I take some practice strokes and get the feel of the club and its speed before striking it.

Schienberg: How about before you drive or hit a long iron shot?

Beckman: When I’m up at the tee, I will remember another shot I had taken – not necessarily in the round I’m playing. Sometimes I take the memory from a completely different round or tournament. I put that image in my head as I’m taking my practice swings or looking down the fairway. It is a very positive image and it gives me confidence that I can do it here.

Schienberg: What do you do mentally after you’ve hit a bad shot?

Beckman: Golf is my career. I will play man rounds and many more shots. So, if I hit a bad shot, I know I’ve got many more to play. I don’t take each shot so seriously – like it’s my last shot ever. I put it in perspective.

Schienberg: How did you play today?

Beckman: I didn’t play well today. I just toughed it out. I played through it and tried to get my focus as well as possible under the circumstances.

Schienberg: Did you have a feeling of how the round was going to go before you went to the first tee?

Beckman: Yes, I didn’t feel like it is going to work for me today. I sort of know right away whether I feel in the groove or not. It’s just a sense I have about it. I don’t fight it. I concentrate on the other sides of my game that will go better.

Schienberg: Thanks for your time today.

Beckman: No problem. Nice meeting you.