I love me some golf, but generally only get to play two or three times a year. Since late April, however, I’ve been working in an area filthy with cheap driving ranges and courses. For the first time since the 90s, I’ve had a chance to actually work on my game.
Today, I hit my first 300 yard drive.
A big drive for me is about 230 on the fly and with roll gets to 250. That’s a once in a round drive, mind you. Today was different. On the previous hole, (the one on the left), I bombed one 265 with a controlled swing, so I felt confident to really let one go.
Granted, the tee box was at least 30 feet higher than the fairway, but it was overcast and drizzly and the ball didn’t run very far. I just clenched my teeth and smacked a motherfucking mid-high draw that carried about 275-280 and it was AWESOME.
I chipped up to about 15 feet, missed the birdie putt by a foot, and tapped in for par. I didn’t hit another good drive the rest of the round. It was as if Bigfoot landed a Flying Saucer onto the White House lawn. Something like that.
