My Own Clubs

I was at the dump and spied some golf clubs at the thrift next door. There were in fact three sets of golf clubs, and they were all for sale. I don’t know the first thing about golf clubs, so I went with what looked the nicest. It turns out I picked out the ancient set, because N’s golf coach referred to them as “old school.” So much so that you can’t even find clubs like this anymore. I prefer to call them “vintage.”

PB, N’s coach, gave me some perspective on the clubs by saying that if I was skiing, I would be on wooden skis. What’s wrong with that?

At least I have some clubs so I can hit the greens with N. This should be good. Until then, thanks for reading.