Driving range delusions: This morning I hit 180 balls at the driving range. None of them sliced. Not a single one.
I put this to the test tomorrow morning with a quick nine holes at dawn. I was going to play 18 but my playing partner has developed some kind of problem with his left arm and is afraid to make it worse. I think he should play through the pain because, heck, what's a potential lingering lifetime injury compared to the possiblity that I've finally made my big golfing breakthrough?
Of course hitting off mats at a driving range (there's nowhere near me where you can slug away off grass) is a mug's game. You can be hitting three inches behind the ball and not realize it because the club just skids ahead and offers you the sense of an adequate, if shorter, hit.
My playing partner says his left hand feels like it has an electric shock going through it. Hit 180 balls off a mat and you'll think your body has gerbils living in its nerve endings.
And to think I quit playing tennis because I was injuring myself too much.
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