The Fed-Ex guy came by with my new Big Bertha 3-wood at 9:30 this morning. I drove up to Fort Roots at noon to hit a few balls on the range before my run, but as I was creaming them (a few went 220 yards, in 40-degree weather, into a headwind), men drove around to uncover the greens. I hit 3-wood shots until 2 p.m., then played 11 holes in seven-over, with five pars, five bogies, and one double.
I started to run the 47th Street Loop at about 5 p.m., but it was cold and I was tired. I covered two blocks before walking home.
This club is gorgeous. I'm confident that within a month I will have purchased the 5-, 7-, and 9- Big Bertha woods, though I have declared a limit of one club a month. Yeah, right. Fuck.
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