Harry Longshanks
ILikeBigPutts&ICannotLie
I dream a lot. A lot. And most of them are pretty weird.
I crashed on the sofa when I got home tonight. One of those "coma" crashes. It only lasted about 45 minutes, but it was long enough for me to have a bizarre dream.
I was playing golf, but my putter was not, err . . . conforming.
The shaft was the right length, but the head was not a putter head. It was longer than the shaft. It was sort of a tube (like PVC pipe), but different diameters at different points (sorta like a snake that ate two rats) and covered with a grip-like rubber. I was so frustrated trying to putt with it and I couldn't understand what happened to my Anser style putter.
I crashed on the sofa when I got home tonight. One of those "coma" crashes. It only lasted about 45 minutes, but it was long enough for me to have a bizarre dream.
I was playing golf, but my putter was not, err . . . conforming.
The shaft was the right length, but the head was not a putter head. It was longer than the shaft. It was sort of a tube (like PVC pipe), but different diameters at different points (sorta like a snake that ate two rats) and covered with a grip-like rubber. I was so frustrated trying to putt with it and I couldn't understand what happened to my Anser style putter.