I was playing Dyker Beach (the course’s name is just a coincidence) with my dear friends, Deb and Mary.
On the 9th hole Deb crushed a drive. I MEAN CRUSHED IT! It was the purest drive I’d ever seen her hit, 230 yards with a perfect draw. You could see the pride on her face – and I was happy for her.
But then there’s that thing called the second shot.
With a 3-wood in hand, Deb lined up, wiggled her hips and swung really, really hard. The clubhead hit the ground 3 inches behind the ball. The ball rolled 10 yards. The divot landed farther than the ball.
Her frustration was palpable. She tried to breathe, but Mary and I could see she was going to blow…. and she did. Like an ancient Greek discus hurler, she made a complete circle with her body, arms outstretched, and heaved the club almost 40 yards.
After just a moment of surprise, Mary turned to me and said, “That’s why I told her to get the graphite shafts – you get a lot more distance out of your clubs.”
That’s too funny, DAL. You should write for a golf magazine. Just LOVE it. Keep ’em coming!
Hilarious story, Patty! Thanks for brightening my day.
Funny as hell. I’m waiting for the blog y ou promised last week. Keep it up smirk.
Great photo of the club in mid air!
I read all of the posts. Beyond being amusing and well written, they gave me some insight re: my personal code of conduct in sport, in life.
Hilarious!!!