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 flew 15.
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.”