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That got me to thinking. If somebody secretly switched the logos on some of your stash of balls of comparable performance level, could you identify the impostors? For example, if someone gave you a dozen Titleist Pro V1x, but six of those "Titleists" were actually Callaway Chrome Softs, could you pick out the Callaways?
I think it is possible if you are sufficiently knowledgeable, in tune, or gifted.
True story #1: The head of GE Lighting was visiting another GE business, whose head was giving the Lighting President a tour of the display cases showing products of the hosting division, All was going well until the visitor suddenly stopped talking. The host asked, "Is something wrong?" The Lighting head took his host back three displays and said to his host, "Get that ****ing Sylvania light bulb the *** out of there." The host said he would but also silently questioned his guest's sanity. The next morning, two maintenance guys showed up at the President's desk holding a Sylvania bulb. The visitor was right. A bulb had burned out, and when the local hardware store had run out of GE bulbs, they bought a Sylvania, They thought a light bulb was a light bulb.
True story #2:
So my question is... if you were blind folded would you really know what ball you are are playing?
That got me to thinking. If somebody secretly switched the logos on some of your stash of balls of comparable performance level, could you identify the impostors? For example, if someone gave you a dozen Titleist Pro V1x, but six of those "Titleists" were actually Callaway Chrome Softs, could you pick out the Callaways?
I think it is possible if you are sufficiently knowledgeable, in tune, or gifted.
True story #1: The head of GE Lighting was visiting another GE business, whose head was giving the Lighting President a tour of the display cases showing products of the hosting division, All was going well until the visitor suddenly stopped talking. The host asked, "Is something wrong?" The Lighting head took his host back three displays and said to his host, "Get that ****ing Sylvania light bulb the *** out of there." The host said he would but also silently questioned his guest's sanity. The next morning, two maintenance guys showed up at the President's desk holding a Sylvania bulb. The visitor was right. A bulb had burned out, and when the local hardware store had run out of GE bulbs, they bought a Sylvania, They thought a light bulb was a light bulb.
True story #2:
"Last summer, the floor of the Princeton gym was being resurfaced, so [Bill] Bradley had to put in several practice sessions at the Lawrenceville School. His first afternoon at Lawrenceville, he began by shooting fourteen-foot jump shots from the right side. He got off to a bad start, and he kept missing them. Six in a row hit the back rim of the basket and bounced out. He stopped, looking discomfited, and seemed to be making an adjustment in his mind. Then he went up for another jump shot from the same spot and hit it cleanly. Four more shots went in without a miss, and then he paused and said, “You want to know something? That basket is about an inch and a half low.” Some weeks later, I went back to Lawrenceville with a steel tape, borrowed a stepladder, and measured the height of the basket. It was nine feet ten and seven-eighths inches above the floor, or one and one-eighth inches too low."