The fella who taught me how to play golf always said “swing easy and the distance will come” whenever I swung outta my shoes trying to go yard. I was 23 yo at the time. Sometimes I got paired up with a few geezers whenever I showed up at my local muni alone. They would always beat my pants off. I could show off and blast it by them by 100 yards, but most times off the fairway in trouble. Once one of the geezers told me I needed to slow down my swing or I was gonna hurt myself. At 23 years old? OK, whatever. Fast forward to 2012 and I’m getting back into golf after a 20 year hiatus, now 48 yo. I’m at the range swingin my ass off trying to find all those yards I somehow lost and bam, something starts hurting in my rib cage on the right. Yep, I tore something. Doc says take 8-12 weeks off. I do. Not long after resuming, bam, same thing. Doc says take off more time, I do. A few months later I’m back into it and feeling good and bam! Well shit. 3 tears in a span of 18 months and I was convinced that old geezer tellin me I was gonna hurt myself if I didn’t slow my roll, well he was some sort of prophet. Since then I’ve been swinging like them old geezers, distance be damned. Keep it on the short grass, work on your chipping and putting, and just enjoy the game. Oh yeah-swing easy and the distance will come.