“Yep… Inside each and every one of us is one true authentic swing… Somethin’ we was born with… Somethin’ that’s ours and ours alone… Somethin’ that can’t be taught to ya or learned… Somethin’ that got to be remembered… Over time the world can, rob us of that swing… It get buried inside us under all our wouldas and couldas and shouldas… Some folk even forget what their swing was like…”
The Legend of Bagger Vance is filled with good stuff. It’s a movie that moseys along with a subtle, southern rhythm. It conveys a depth of meaning without trying. The movie challenges each viewer to look at themselves as much as the characters.
I do agree that our authentic swings can get buried under the wouldas, couldas, and shouldas of life. They can just as easily be uncovered by the leaps, possibilities, why-not’s, and I’m-in’s.
That being said, I must disagree with Mr. Vance’s notion that we each have one true authentic swing. I rather think we have more than one authentic swing, if we choose to search. Not only that, we have a lot of clubs in our bag. We have an almost infinite number of authentic-swing-and-club combinations to choose from when our time comes to stand over the ball, and deliver.
What about the inevitable shanks, worm-burners, wicked slices, massive hooks, and just plain misses?
The best among us are the ones who find a way to recover, and swing again.