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   "Most teachers in the golf business are such technocrats, such bland cheerleaders, teaching the golf swing from point A to point B, and so on. Tom couldn't be more different. He's blunt, funny as all get out, and challenges almost everything you think you believe-about where the shot comes from and where it's going. He gets inside your head and makes you examine things with clear eyes, about your intentions, why you're playing this crazy game:"
   She laughs at a memory of their early encounters. "I came to him because I'd heard he was different, and he scared me a little bit, to be honest-but even scarier, after a while, was that the things he said and the books he gave me to read began to make real sense. Weirdly, we almost never worked on technical stuff, but I genuinely believe he's made me a much better golfer. He's not for everybody, I'll concede.
   "He's great for people who know who they are, regardless of their skill levels, and who are not afraid to open their minds. It tends to be fairly strong people who can do that. In any case, I joke that Tom has become my personal guru. But the truth is, he really has:"
   One has to wonder where on earth (or elsewhere) in a vast industry dominated by teaching pros and club-fitters who appear to possess all the eccentric native charm and natural iconoclasm of, say, an army of Amway reps, does a strange and wonderful cat like Shea hail from. Moreover, how the heck did he come to the patently outrageous, possibly earth-quaking, notion that golf is really easy?
   "Actually," he says shortly after Ken and Kevin have gone, peeling off his straw hat, "the tale begins in Salem, Massachusetts, famous for its witches and other alternative thinkers. 1 was the oldest of seven kids, with a mother who never saw her feet for eight years and a father who worked for the state department of commerce.
   "I started caddieing at clubs in Salem and Marblehead when 1 was 12, got hooked on the game right from the beginning, and attended five different high schools without my parents even moving! I'd get thrown out of one, flunk out of another. I had some kind of brain disorder nobody knew about which caused me to fall asleep in class. It turned out to be narcolepsy-and I just thought I was bored to death by the teachers."
   Though eventually offered scholarship assistance to Brown University, he decided college would be more of the same, so in June of 1964, he attempted to enlist in the military. "I thought it would be interesting-at least I wouldn't fall asleep-but luckily for me, with Vietnam about to break loose, I flunked the physical, which perhaps explains why I'm still alive today. My father, at any rate, wasn't terribly pleased by this development. He was afraid I'd go straight back to the golf club and become a golf bum, which is exactly what I did." ....

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