The #4 Utility Wood flew out of the 18th fairway like a July 4th rocket.It looked as though it’s final resting place might even be the middle of Savage street, but alas, it hit an upper branch and began a trickling descent to the ground.Landing unharmed, it was soon to be subject to another terrible swing.This club was one of two that hit the air this past Saturday.The other was a nine iron that took a gentler path, traveling no more than four feet off the ground.
I thought my club throwing days were behind me, especially after a near disaster several years ago in Myrtle Beach (that’s another story), but I’m embarrassed to say that I’m still immature enough to let my golf game develop club throwing anger.Perhaps going from a nice round of 86 a couple of weeks ago to a sparkling 100 this week might have been a big part of it. I suppose there will come the day, I hope, when I can take this game lightly and totally accept the fact that with advancing age comes a shitty golf game.
Thank heavens I can handle the nineteen hole with ease.I’m a scratch drinker and eater in the club house.Heinekens and Chili Dogs go down so smoothly that there are never any forks or knives hitting the air.
I think it’s about time to consider letting the clubs rest until March and find something I can handle calmly till then.
Holy crap - we had the truck again this Saturday - thank God we didn't take the Savage Street route again since we have already been hit by a ball on that road - I could see us getting hit by your #4!!!!!!
Heeheeheeheehee. Great post. Brought back some very funny memories of things that happened when you, mom, and Phil and I used to go golfing. You should talk to your foursome. Perhaps they'll let you just use your clubs instead of a ball. Seems like those clubs go pretty far on their own.
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Holy crap - we had the truck again this Saturday - thank God we didn't take the Savage Street route again since we have already been hit by a ball on that road - I could see us getting hit by your #4!!!!!!
Heeheeheeheehee. Great post. Brought back some very funny memories of things that happened when you, mom, and Phil and I used to go golfing. You should talk to your foursome. Perhaps they'll let you just use your clubs instead of a ball. Seems like those clubs go pretty far on their own.
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