HOME ON THE RANGE

 
HOME ON THE RANGE
(Dated 25 January 2017)
 
 
Hit the range again today (Session 16) in preparation for my debut in competition at Fox Hills in a few weeks. After all, I don't want to play like an arsehole even though I play like an arsehole....if you get my drift.
 
It's been a few months since I visited the range so I wasn't expecting anything grand. As usual, I started with the 9 iron and hit a few half shots to limber up. Shit! These half shots were going close to 100m on the fly. Now my previous 'gold' standard was achieving 100m with 'full' 9 irons. My third half swing actually saw the ball crash into the 100m marker.
 
With chest inflated, I then delivered the full 'Regan' swing to the next seven balls.............. 110m, 130m, 120m, 30m (I topped it), 125m, 135m and 120m. It must be the new golf shoes. Yeah, that's it........the shoes. Hell.....and no-one's even on the bottom deck to witness this clinic that I'm conducting.
 
Fuck, by the time I get to the woods, I'll be knocking the bloody pills out of the venue. Shit, this is great.
 
I deliver the 9 iron back to the bag only to see that it's already sitting comfortably in there and I realise that I was hitting the 6 iron by mistake.
 
What's good about getting old? Fuck all.

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