I'm terrible on the driving range. I can never seem to nail the poor guy collecting the balls, no matter how hard and how often I try. However, this Tripp Isenhour is clearly a professional. Or is he?
Reminds me of a golfing story complete with pictures a friend (you rule, Ted) recently shared:
john (the fourth guy in our group) tees off with an iron on a short downhill par 3. it's a nice little 8 iron teed up so you can drop it down on the green. he swings and we're all watching the ball as about 20-30 yards off the tee, maybe 40-50 feet in the air, a little sparrow flies by and SMACK the ball explodes this bird into three peices and falls to the ground. we immediately stand in amazement and just start laughing and wondering what it was we just saw. mike walks around past the tee box and gathers up this exploded bird as john is still standing there with his club in his hand. i'm falling on the ground laughing so hard i've fallen on my knees, the other guy steve is laughing uncontrollably. we could not believe our eyes. there's a dad and his two teenage sons on the hil behind us and they're saying, "wow! i can't believe that" this other group that was close by had a couple chicks in they're group and they seemed none too pleased.
maybe the best thing about this event was that not only did we see maybe the most amazing thing i'll ever see in golf, but the ball continued through the bird and landed ON THE GREEN. not a bad shot. he already got a birdy before the ball landed on the green. fyi, there was noticeable blood splatter and guts on the ball.
on the scorecard i noted john's amazing shot with a "tweeeeet"
Take that, Tripp. Real men need just one shot. They don't just kill creatures of the sky indiscriminately, they leave nothing but chunks after doing so. You should call that film crew back so you can give us all lessons on how to suck at life.
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