stealth2
8th January 2014, 09:22 PM
For the purpose of this post the person this has been written about will be named Toro. As in Toro the raging bull.
It was going to be a beautiful afternoon out at Lynwood practice facilities Monday after work. The sun was out, the birds were singing, my favorite song was playing on the radio as I drove into the car park.
As I slowly pulled in, carefully surveying who was out there I noted one of the cool cats I know, was just about to take a swing. Shank. Oops I though to myself. Shank again. Oouch and Oops again I thought this time.
Shank
Shank
Shank
One after the other. What the crap was going on I am thinking. So I wander over to get a closer look at the single figured marker going through a rough time.
Frustration was very evident on his face. I might have detected just a hint of water in the eyes. Just a hint. A few guys around him thought it a good time to take the piss. Having just come out the other side of the dreaded shanks I thought about taking the piss also but held back on giving him too much shit.
Toro, typically a calm man, had by this stage clear rage in his veins. After recently just having a lesson and believing things were turning around. BUT today it was simply;
Shank after, Shank, after shank.
This went on for a few more minutes. I wanted to also do some practice but for fear of getting a ball wedged in my arse from one of these shanks I hung back and watched a little longer, noting he did not have many balls left to hit.
Toro without warning with a 9 iron in hand swung at his stand bag. His swing was a little out to in but he did keep the right arm tucked in tight so it could be said this might have been the best swing he did all afternoon.
Toro gave a thunderous strike to his bag, shortly after blurting out the words “I cannot believe this... I have practiced so hard over the last 4 months, this is just not right. I give up. Done......” Toro walked away for a minute to compose himself but soon realized that the strike had snapped the shafts of his Hybrid, his 3 wood and much dearly loved driver shaft and bent the 9 iron of his gorgeous looking irons.
A lot of sadness ensued. Then a lot of shank after shank, after shank, before enough was enough and Toro calmly packed up and went home to most likely take some Valium washed down with several beers (well that's what I did a few months ago when I had the SHANKS) and calm down.
One of the guys near him swiftly asked him that since he was DONE would he be interested in selling his irons to him. Except for the bent 9 iron. LOL
The moral of this story: Yes the shanks are frustrating. BUT if you choose to get a little fragile and take it out on your carry bag, please make a precise strike a little lower next time as to use my shaft puller there needs to be adequate shaft left for my machine to clasp onto something. With enough shaft left it will make it much easier and faster for me to repair next time without having to manual drill out the shaft.
Toro, hang in there. Whilst there were minimal signs of improvement the next afternoon, I did see one or two shots from you out of the hundred I watched that shows there is some hope still left for you. Thank you so much for making the last few afternoons so highly entertaining. Were all rooting for you bud.
Mac.
It was going to be a beautiful afternoon out at Lynwood practice facilities Monday after work. The sun was out, the birds were singing, my favorite song was playing on the radio as I drove into the car park.
As I slowly pulled in, carefully surveying who was out there I noted one of the cool cats I know, was just about to take a swing. Shank. Oops I though to myself. Shank again. Oouch and Oops again I thought this time.
Shank
Shank
Shank
One after the other. What the crap was going on I am thinking. So I wander over to get a closer look at the single figured marker going through a rough time.
Frustration was very evident on his face. I might have detected just a hint of water in the eyes. Just a hint. A few guys around him thought it a good time to take the piss. Having just come out the other side of the dreaded shanks I thought about taking the piss also but held back on giving him too much shit.
Toro, typically a calm man, had by this stage clear rage in his veins. After recently just having a lesson and believing things were turning around. BUT today it was simply;
Shank after, Shank, after shank.
This went on for a few more minutes. I wanted to also do some practice but for fear of getting a ball wedged in my arse from one of these shanks I hung back and watched a little longer, noting he did not have many balls left to hit.
Toro without warning with a 9 iron in hand swung at his stand bag. His swing was a little out to in but he did keep the right arm tucked in tight so it could be said this might have been the best swing he did all afternoon.
Toro gave a thunderous strike to his bag, shortly after blurting out the words “I cannot believe this... I have practiced so hard over the last 4 months, this is just not right. I give up. Done......” Toro walked away for a minute to compose himself but soon realized that the strike had snapped the shafts of his Hybrid, his 3 wood and much dearly loved driver shaft and bent the 9 iron of his gorgeous looking irons.
A lot of sadness ensued. Then a lot of shank after shank, after shank, before enough was enough and Toro calmly packed up and went home to most likely take some Valium washed down with several beers (well that's what I did a few months ago when I had the SHANKS) and calm down.
One of the guys near him swiftly asked him that since he was DONE would he be interested in selling his irons to him. Except for the bent 9 iron. LOL
The moral of this story: Yes the shanks are frustrating. BUT if you choose to get a little fragile and take it out on your carry bag, please make a precise strike a little lower next time as to use my shaft puller there needs to be adequate shaft left for my machine to clasp onto something. With enough shaft left it will make it much easier and faster for me to repair next time without having to manual drill out the shaft.
Toro, hang in there. Whilst there were minimal signs of improvement the next afternoon, I did see one or two shots from you out of the hundred I watched that shows there is some hope still left for you. Thank you so much for making the last few afternoons so highly entertaining. Were all rooting for you bud.
Mac.