THE DELICATE TRANSITION FROM THE RANGE TO THE COURSE

THE DELICATE TRANSITION FROM THE RANGE TO THE COURSE
(Dated 14 February 2017)

  
First game today at the new club. One thing I'd forgotten with all my visits to the range over the last year was bloody divots. When you're using the mats, there's no such thing as divots.
 
Anyway, there's a bit of a crowd of waiting golfers at the first tee and my turn comes up to hit off. With what memory I could muster, I go over in my head how to hit the fuckin' pill and not make a goose of myself in front of the small gathering.
 
I quickly decide on the glorious full swing option and engage the complete Regan arc. With an audible thud, the driver sort of makes contact with part of the ball and a huge clod of earth is launched in the rough direction of Toongabbie. The divot finally meets the ground again about thirty metres up the fairway whilst my ball rolls to a stop some ten metres behind it.
 


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