(This piece first appeared in Men's Health in September, 1995.
It almost seemed like advice from beyond the grave.
Dad explained to me more than 15 years ago how a simple change in gripping the golf club could likely cure my slice -- a flaw that launches the ball in a sizzling banana pattern, like a bottle rocket zipping straight for 130 yards before veering off toward the trees, shrubs or someone's backyard window pane.
I didn't golf much after that advice, so there wasn't much chance to put it to use.
But I'm out on this 9-hole course one day with Dad's clubs. I replaced the driver we buried with him. The new one is an Arnold Palmer driver I got for $39.95 at Wal-Mart in Hudson, Wis. (People who pay $150 for a driver and still can't break 90 are fools.)
I never know where the damn ball's going, so I figure I might as well give Al's advice a shot. It works.
And it keeps working.
I go par, bogey, bogey on the first three holes. I can't chip or putt worth a damn, so I still turn in an awful round, but the slice is gone. Off the tee, I'm hitting 'em like Al, right down the middle.
And I decide when I write my golf book it will be called, "How to line up your third putt."