Bob and Larry
Many years ago, I met a guy who would become one my golf buddies, (and to whom I would introduce his future wife, but that’s another story).
I met Bob at Westview golf club, during the “11:00 a.m.” club. So informally named for a bunch of guys who would regularly meet at the club at that time for “skins” games.
It was a great time of day to play, the course was rarely crowded at that time, so we could avoid the dreaded “slow play” (one my most un favorite parts of the game .. and growing worse every year).
One day Bob showed up at the course with a new driver, with a spiffy new fangled graphite shaft (this was back in the 1980’s !), with dreams of longer drives dancing in his head.
When he took it onto the course, however, the long(er) and straight drives he had imagined, were not so quick to appear. In fact he hit the ball much worse, with is new toy. Stubborn as he was though, he rationalized that he just needed to get “used” to the club.
After the round, frustrated by the lack of instant improvement he had forseen, he showed the club to the assistant pro, Larry, to get an “expert” opinion.
I was sitting on the nearby patio, as I watchd Bob and Larry conversing about the esoteric matters of swing weight, shaft flex, and so on, as Bob handed the club to Larry.
Larry waggled the club a few times and took a couple of practice swings, then held the club up in front himself with the shaft horizontal, one hand on the grip, the other partway down the shaft, and he started to flex the club.
Bob watched quietly and intently as the club flexed more and more, until it was flexed almost into a half moon / circle and then ……..
SPLAT ! GRUNCH SNAP ! (insert other cartoon like sound here).
Suddenly the “one piece unit” was now in (at least) two pieces, and Bob looked like he was in shock. (I don’t remember exactly, but I think the club had cost him at least 200 dollars if not more. Nothing like the five or six bills that is common in todays market … but I digress).
Larry with his bushy mustache and big “Cowboy” hat, didn’t flinch or “break” his expression at all.
“Cheap shaft”, was apparently what he said
Meanwhile, I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. The combination of Larry’s serious unflappable demeanor, along with his ridiculous “flexorama” demonstration was just too funny.
I don’t really remember what Bob had to say afterwards, but I think it might have been something like “Last time I ask Larry for advice”
Mike
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