Right Brain Experience

I’m left-handed, which is supposedly right-brain dominant. I think left-handers are forced early on to be at least a little bit right-handed, or at least I was. See, those green-handled lefty scissors in elementary school never worked for me. There’s nothing more frustrating than getting to the point of cutting your project and chewing through it with crappy scissors. If I wanted a clean cut, I had to do it right-handed. I always kicked right-footed though; that was weird. I ended up playing left fullback in soccer all the time because the coaches assumed I kicked with my left foot. I also golf right-handed, though I used to play left-handed and even still putt lefty. I switched because this one time I was hitting driver on the 10th tee, which was right in front of the practice putting green. I chunked it badly, but had a decent lie. I grabbed my 3-wood to get it all back at once and had a clear, straight shot. There was a tree facing me, but I’d have to hit the ball a full 90 degrees from my aim for it to be a problem. Sure enough, I managed to do just that. The ball careened off said tree, ricocheting directly into my crotch. I went down immediately. I just as quickly jumped up to see if anybody on the aforementioned practice green saw my foible. It looked like I escaped embarrassment, but at that point I decided to try playing right-handed and it’s worked out fairly well.