Old Friends #2 - "Old Love", by Michael Estorick

My perfidious love…

It felt like one of those medicals one finds any excuse to avoid, and when the results appear, they mean nothing to anyone but the men in white coats. All the same, the numbers were evidently unequivocal: I was coming over the top, the angle of attack was too shallow, the swing speed feeble. Like most golfers my age, I was playing fro…