Just caught a clip of Feherty on TGC with Charles Barkley. Couldn't watch. Same as I couldn't watch during the Haney series. Why?
Because, for about a year from age 11 through 12, I stuttered. I know what it's like to open your mouth, attempt to translate thoughts into words, and nothing will come out. No matter how hard I tried -- you've all seen stutter-ers making the attempt -- nothing would come out. A pretty sad -- even desperate -- state of affairs. It's the talking yips.
I struggled against it.
My classmates tolerated it (and behind my back, no doubt made fun of it).
My dad bought me speech records.
All to no avail.
To make a long story short, it one day just went away.
If Charles Barkley came to me today for golf lessons, I'd tell him to leave the clubs at home. Instead . . .