Monday, April 28, 2008

What the...?

So I was at the driving range down at Plantation on Friday. I was planning on going golfing the next morning and was needing to warm up my swing and get some confidence in it.

Almost done with the bag of balls, feeling good about how I was swinging, I put a ball on the tee and swing away. Next thing I know my hands feel quite a bit lighter. I was trying to process what happened and said "Oh crap!" out loud thinking that the entire club had slipped through my hand hoping I hadn't hit someone with it. However, I realize that the handle is actually still in my hand and I look at what's flying through the air down the driving range.....my club head.

It flew so far that everyone there at the range, hearing me scream, was able to see the head flying down the range. I wasn't really sure what to do at that point. I'm still standing there clutching to my club handle trying to figure out what happened. Everyone else, is looking at me. I'm looking at them. Then I start my trek down the range to retrieve the club head. What seems like 10 minutes later, I return. Everyone watching me the entire way. I think they understand the predicament and that it wasn't my fault, but the embarrassment was enough to have screwed up my confidence in my swing the rest of the day, and the golf game on Saturday. And I'm out a driver. Bah.

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