I am not a golfer (as you will see) but decided on day to see what all the fuss was about.
First stop was the driving range. I headed down there with a few mates and rented a bat and some balls.
To be honest I was more impressed with the little machine that tees up the balls than I was at the prospect of whacking them down the pitch.
I walked up the mark and sucked in my belly to line up the shot. Apparently I was not supposed to stand to attention but in a sort of gunslinger stance and most important never take my eye of the ball...!
I had decided that nothing but the back fence was good enough for my first shot and braced myself to unleash armageddon.
Out the corner of my eye I could see my friends looks af apprehension. They were shouting out tips but I could hear nothing. I was in the zone...
I withdrew the bat slowly into the air and with every ounce of strength I posessed brought it down with furious anger.
The ball never moved an inch. However the 3 iron I was holding must have covered nearly 80 meters...
They had to stop everyone while some poor sod ran out to get it.
I assume my friends were laughing themselves to death. I woudn't know as I was on my way into town for a beer...
