Q: It would be hard for you to hit a bad shot. Your little robot only knows how to hit it where you’re looking?
Moe: I know how to hit my positions, the same every time.
Q: What are some of the sayings you say when you swing?
Moe: Buckle, sit, slide, bump. Stabilize, energize, contain, release. Force, form, fold, release.
Moe: What does everyone else do? Strike, steer, stare, and stall. That’s bogey golf.
Moe: Losers live in classic style in that never land called ‘someday, I’ll …”
They gain bad luck each time they lose,
And hide within those struggling blues.
Winners live each day as if their last,
Not in the future, nor in the past
And someday becomes now.
Moe: Here’s another one.
Under lost and found, lost, one 24 hours, 24 karat day.
Each hour studded with 60 diamond minutes
Each minute studded with 60 ruby seconds.
But, don’t bother to look for it. It’s gone forever.
That wonderful golden day. It’s all gone.
Q: You’ve spent a lot of time studying the psychology of the golf game. How do you make it work?
Moe: The main thing is knowledge. The rest is insight. To me, a good golfer is one who can hit the ball to a defined target area with the least amount of effort, but with an alert attitude of indifference.
A person must first change his mental attitude. Then and only then will his ability produce positive results. This game of golf either requires an art or a knack for flinging a golf ball toward a defined target area.
The fascinating thing about this game is that it takes a keen, sharp mind as well as good physical makeup to excel. Knowledge of the game is the equalizer that will lose those who strive for excellence. Not talent. Knowledge.
It doesn’t make any difference if you’re writing, typing, playing the piano. Or playing a game such as a golf. The computer of our brain sends out messages through the nerves to our golf muscles that help produce the shot.
Also needed are your heart and soul and your character. It’s part of everything you do. Of every chance you take.
People in this game need an inner awakening. They require more understanding of their self and their own game.
Moe: Now, to the changing world of golf.
For openers, are you frustrated? Are you confused? Do you have a feeling that you should be better than you are? Are you finding serenity and peace of mind playing this game?
Moe: Give this some thought. Is there more to golf than mechanics? Is there more to this game that you haven’t yet discovered?
If there isn’t, then how come nearly 90% of golfers are in the same boat? They can’t even bust an egg, let alone play a respectable game of golf.
But, why? Is it their anguish over poor shots and high scores? It infuriates them.
Freddy tells them this. Johnny tells them that. Jack tells them, and Henry tells them. Part of their mind is going east, another going west. The other’s going north and another south.
Now, they’re all mixed up. Now, they’re going, ‘what should I try? Should I try it Jack’s way? Or Jim’s?’
No wonder they’re basket cases. They never try it with me. That’s what they should do. Not just in golf, in life, even. Even in life, people don’t go out with a program. They go out with hope and fear. They go out with a defensive attitude.
I still see it today. I still see the same things today as I saw 40 years ago.
Q: What do you think can change it?
Moe: Have more schools like Sweden does. They go academies, where the kids can stay there for golf. That’s what Sweden has got. Look at the good players they’ve got a little place like that.
Sweden’s got junior programs for their kids. We’ve never been like that. We don’t have a junior program in Canada since I’ve been playing. Clubs up there don’t want juniors to cause the got no money, and they’re ‘in the way.’
Older members don’t want to see a little 14-year-old beating his clock. The kid shoots 79. The old man never shot 79 in his life. Boy, that just eats him up. They don’t want to see that. What a shame. For them, its screw thy neighbor, not love thy neighbor.
Don’t tell me; I went through it. I slept on park benches. I slept in bunkers. Hitchhiked to tournaments. Shot 61 and went home. Don’t tell me. I went through it.
Q: What about that time you were afraid to go home?
Moe: When I broke two windows on the same day?
Q: How old were you?
Moe: Eleven. I got it across my ass. My father said, ‘don’t ever bring another golf stick in this house.’
To this day–there are six kids in the house—mother and dad have never seen me hit a golf ball in real life. Mom and dad are dead now, but in my whole life, they were never there, right beside me when I was hitting a golf ball. They only saw me sitting down, watching TV. They never once saw me in real life.
Q: Two windows in one day?
Moe: Two different houses. They knew it was me. I couldn’t hide because I was the only one in the neighborhood at that time hitting golf balls.
Q: So what did you do then?
I’m probably the only golfer who got hell for playing, and I got hell. Couldn’t bring my clubs in the house when I was 15, 16