I'm playing in a golf tournament on Friday. Since I haven't swung a club in almost two months, I thought it might be a good idea to go hit a bucket of balls before the tournament. I believe if they let me tee up my ball in the fairway, I may be OK.
The range was pretty full yesterday. There were a few guys working on their swings, acting like they knew what they were doing. Then the rest of us appeared to be plowing up the dirt to plant potatoes.
To my right was a guy with two younger boys who looked to be about 3 or 4. Dad was there with his clubs, and his sons had their on set of junior-sized clubs. But the boys were doing more talking than hitting. At one point, the comments went something like this:
"Good shot, Dad! Wow, that was reeeeeally high!"
Dad smiled and said "thanks." Then he started duffing the ball, and the comments went something like this:
"Whoa, that was a bad one, Dad."
"Well, there's another bad one, Dad."
"That one didn't go very high, did it, Dad?"
"Dad, I need to go pee." They left pretty soon after this one.
Even if these boys don't grow up to be professional golfers, it seems that they may one day give Johnny Miller a run for his money as commentators.....