23 years ago when my nephew was 4 I bought him his first set of real golf clubs. My brother and I took him to the driving range at a golf club on Cape
Cod. The course is a bit secluded and it was early in the season. We knew it would be quiet.
The tee area is elevated about 30 feet above the range. It quickly became obvious that the little guy sucked like his dad. Most shots trickled down the hill. As we were the only ones there I went down the slope to throw the balls back to my bro. I had just fired up a big maduro. My man started to get the hang of it and was hitting a few good ones.
I had turned my back to pick up a ball when my brother yelled "Kitty, heads up!". Just as I looked back a ball was headed for my head at a high rate of speed. I snapped my head back and the ball hit my smoke. It exploded. I thought I was gonna pee myself laughing. Soon I'll be a groomsman at his wedding. Love that kid.
Now the little monkey hits his 9 iron 190 yards. I'm so proud.