Month: December 2015

Dat Follow Through

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Following through and finishing things was certainly not Brian’s forte in life. His desire for perfection was rarely satisfied, as is the lot for all perfectionists. Striving for perfection can bring one a lot of misery but it can also lead to monumental success. Here is an excerpt from Golfsmith.com on the Follow Through and Finish of a golf swing.

Follow Through
The next stage of the swing is called the follow through, or finish. You allow the momentum of your swing to carry you through impact, the club-head speed generated by the breaking of the wrists. As you go in to the follow through, your club should continue on plane (that invisible circle around your body), the club shaft going up and in. Your hips and shoulders will rotate towards the target as your spine rotates away from the target. At the finish, your torso and waist should be pointed towards the target. On a good follow through, the hands should be up by the ear.

I am no golf expert but I would say this swing is “picture perfect!”

I can see a wonderful analogy for life in this image. Keep your feet on the ground, let your momentum carry you through, and always keep your eyes on the prize!

-Mike Van Dusen

Little League

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This is a picture of Brian during his second or third year of baseball, I can’t quite remember which. Brian had many talents that unfortunately few of his friends later in life ever saw. Baseball was certainly one of them. My brother was born with a tremendous amount of natural athletic ability. I was the first of us to get excited about playing ball. My dad started us swinging a bat as soon as we were old enough to hold one. Some of my greatest memories of my childhood was hitting wiffle balls in the front yard of our house in Dallas. Sometimes after playing in the summer heat my dad would load us into his truck and take us to get snow cones. Those were great days! I had aspirations of being a home run hitter but when I got older and the balls went from plastic to hard and the bats to aluminum my ideas began to change a bit. I have always been too analytical for sports. I spend to much time thinking instead of just letting it happen. My brother was different, he could summon his innate ability. Being a couple of years younger it took him time to catch up. But by the time he was in second grade he had passed me by. Quick and fearless at the plate and speedy around the bases he had all the makings of a fantastic ball player. He did well in little league and was selected to play in a higher level PBI league, a move I think my dad still regrets to this day. The coaches in that league took the game far more seriously and my brother was, well, very much Brian. His competitive ball career ended shortly after that but even after we quit playing for a team my brother and I would spend all summer playing ball. Holding our own homerun derbies in the front yard during our summer holiday or out back playing pitcher and catcher. Being the oldest I was always trying to con Brian into one thing or another. So I would get him to play catcher and let me pitch to him. Pitching was what I really enjoyed but I never had the arm for it. Even though he was younger and I threw harder than kids his age, that didn’t stop him from grabbing a catchers mit and letting me pitch to him for hours. Those were great years, not all smiles and fun, we argued like brothers do and I think I went after him with an aluminum bat more than once. I didn’t understand all his decision then nor did I understand them in his final years but he was my brother and good times or bad I loved him all the same!