By Larry Klayman
WND
June 3, 2018
I learned the formula for success the hard way. During the summer of my senior year in high school, I missed two short putts on the final holes of club championship at my parents golf club. Staring down over the golf ball at the time, I lost concentration while thinking what it would be like to lose the championship in front of my then-former girlfriend and first infatuation. She was watching from a golf cart off the greens. At the time she had been dating an “older guy,” the ultimate winner of the championship who was playing in my foursome that fateful day. He had invited her to watch in an obvious effort to unnerve me.