Sundy was a pretty lazy day, so I decided to go to the range. The range I went to is a double decker. Which means that one row of people tees off on top of another row below. I decided, wrongly, to go below because it seemed like there weren't a lot of poeple around.
I got about 3/4 of the way through the bucket, thankfully, and then a father and his two kids showed up. The father went into the spot behind me, and the two kids went ahead of me. Before I knew it balls were flying everywhere. Jumping up to hit the ceiling. Bouncing off the back of the wall. It was actually dangerous. I looked up to see the kids teeing off with putters.
I hit a few last balls and got the hell out of there. As I was on my way out I watched the dad tee off. He literally took two steps during the backswing to walk up to the ball, swing and hit, then walk a little forward. He was doing this with a driver that as a result made around a 45 degree slice and went about 100 yards, at best.
How is it that people who go to the range and have no idea how to hit always want to use the driver? It's by far the hardest club to hit with any accuracy. It's one of the heaviest. I guess it just looks meaty.
Anyway, next time I'm definitely heading upstairs, even if it is windy and cold.
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