reMARCable

I am "The Golden Boy!!!"...........The life that is Marc Keller, by Marc Keller. Told through the inner workings of the perfect golf swing. It's somewhat of a poem. Sometimes a love sonnet and sometimes a Homerian epic, it is organic and of a piece, yet it breaks down into elegant stanzas and quatrains. The critical opening phrase of this song is the grip, in which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the smallest finger...held lightly, a conductor's baton. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is pulled back, led into position not by the hands but the body which turns away from the target, shifting to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything, perfection unobtainable, as the body coils, now to the top of the swing, in profound equilibrium. And then a slight hesitation, a nod to the gods....yes, to the gods, that he is fallible. As the weight shifts back to the left pulled now by powers inside the earth, it's alive, this swing, a living sculpture, and down through contact, always down, into terra firma, striking the ball crisply, with character, a tuning fork goes off in your heart, your balls, such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. And then follow through to finish, always on line, the reverse "C" of the Golden Bear, the steelworker's power and brawn of Carl Sandburg's Arnold Palmer, the da Vinci of Hogan, the unfinished symphony of Marc Keller.Check me out!!! No Joke!!!!Keller X-Mas Highlights 2007. That's me in the red jersey. I'm ready for the combines!!!