OK, it’s just one day at a local driving range, right? But all I can tell you is that The Great White Shank put on quite the clinic today at the Superstition Springs G.C. driving range as I officially began my prep work for the 2012 Goodboys Invitational.
Last year, while I shot my all-time lowest round of a 94 on Friday at Sagamore Spring, my tee game really took a beating on Saturday and Sunday, leaving me and my partner Steve “Deuce” Doucette far down the final leader board. I had bought the Cobra S3s in early 2011 but decided at the last minute not to invite them to accompany me to the Goodboys weekend because I just didn’t have the confidence; I had never been able to hit them with any kind of accuracy. In fact, to be truthful, I couldn’t hit them at all. It might have been that I was intimidated by playing graphite shaft clubs, or I just couldn’t get the hang of the lightness of those clubs as compared to the steel shaft Cobra woods I had been playing for years.
Something clicked, however, I think, last month when playing golf at Las Vegas’s Angel Park Palm Course during our annual Goodboys weekend. Not only did I find myself feeling very comfortable with the graphite Calloway woods we were given, but, with the encouragement of fellow Goodboy Pat “Doggy Duval” McLaughlin, I actually started hitting the driver with no small amount of success. It was the confidence gained from that round, I think, that carried over to today’s first foray to the range with my Cobra S3s.
I was comitted to either being able to hit them with confidence or consider trading them in for something else.
From the very first practice swing, I felt something different than I had previously. And every ball I subsequently hit with the 5-wood and 3-wood was mashed. Like, crushed. Like, further than the guy in the stall next to me hitting driver. And, straight. I’ll admit, I was not quiet when it came to the results I was seeing. They say act like you’ve been there before. That, my friends, is not The Great White Shank’s style.
In fact, I was hitting the ball so good that young and very attractive young lady who was hitting balls close to me came over and asked if I gave lessons. It might have been after the tenth or so mashed 3-wood that carried 180 yards straight as an arrow followed a “Boom Boom In The Zoom Zoom Room!” shout from me. Was she interested in her golf game, my golf game, or me? Who knows? But rather than toss out some line that I was just a 5-time winner of the Goodboys Invitational chock full of inner demons, I resisted and instead politely informed her that the pro at the golf course was who she really wanted to see.
Of course, one range session does not a trend make, but the fact that I was able to follow up a good tee game at Angel Park with a solid range session a little more than a month later shows The Great White Shank is trending in the right direction.