The characters who show up to take a bite at the apple in our competitions seem to be getting stranger. The weirdest show up at the local level. A guy showed up a while back who weighed 280 and wore a tank top and spandex shorts. I don't wish anybody ill, but when he got up to hit I said a silent prayer: Please, Lord, don't let this guy advance to the finals. Our sport deserves better than this. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought how this guy might be just what we need. We're a grass-roots sport. It's entertainment. We can use a little color.
I have a fantasy. I'd like to get a bunch of long-drive buddies together, get geared up, head out to the course and play a golf-ball version of paint ball. A test of skill, accuracy and power. I can hit a ball through a three-quarter-inch sheet of plywood, so we'd have to gear up good. But it'd be a blast.
Even if I catch a ball dead on the button, it's possible someone out there can outdrive me. But it hasn't happened yet.
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