They call my husband "The Golf Whisperer" at his club because he's so good at what he does. He's a professional golf instructor and some days gives up to seven or eight lessons. He can just look at your swing one time and tell you what's wrong. He can watch Tiger hit the ball on TV and tell you which way it's going to go. Some of his kids he's worked with have gone to college on golf scholarships, and some of the retired people he's worked with have shaved strokes off their game after playing for years. I like to watch golf on TV and grew up hitting balls with my dad, but I personally have no desire to chase a ball around for 18 holes of golf- but the little guy certainly has the bug. Santa brought him golf clubs for his second Christmas and he's never really looked back. He loves to go to the course with daddy on Sunday afternoons or hit balls in our yard. My husband claims he's never seen a four-year old hit the ball like our little guy, but...
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