Tolle helps athlete win competition

Aside from working towards becoming a normal functioning human being I am also playing competitive golf. I spend roughly 5-10 hours a day playing/practicing, to give you an idea of how serious I am with this sheet. I play well, but have never actually won because of the yips. Until now that is.

There's a phenomena in golf that is called the yips. Almost every golfer has it, some more than others. It makes the easiest thing become so difficult, you cramp and huffle and puffle and miss the target by a mile. It usually shows itself when you most desperately need to make the putt. It has haunted me the last couple of years, giving me a bunch of top 10's but not a single victory.

When I jumped on Manwhore's program, the first thing he told me was to read practicing the power of now by Eckhart Tolle. I have gone through it a bunch of times, and I have made it a habit to listen (audio book) to his sweet nazi breath in the car on the way to tournaments.

So here's the deal
Towards the end of the last round of the tournament I have made a bunch of bad swings and played like a dick. What I thought would be a clear victory is starting to slip through my hands. The round is taking forever and I have all this time to dread my mistakes and put my mind on a self pity repeat track, which I usually would have done. My ego is trying to attach all these bad decisions and bad swings to my self image. My ego is telling me "Emil you never win. It's who you ARE".

The difference now is, I am able to cut my ego off. I pull the plug on my ego. I am aware of the nasty shit it is saying but I am not going to give it any attention. Later on when I go head to head with the other guy I was tied for first place with, I am standing there with a 8 ft putt for victory. A victory that means increased athletic scholarship, ranking points, popularity, prizes, groupies etc... and my mind is telling me I don't have what it takes to win. This is where the yips usually shows its ugly face, but not this time. My focus is on my task, the stroke, the line, the pace, even how fucking green the grass is, the nice weather. I fill my head up with this up till the point where there is no room for stupid negative shit. I don't even think of how nice it would be to actually make the putt, my main focus is shutting my gawd damn ego up.

I make the putt and boom goes the dynamite.