All right, so I’m not the next Jordon Speith with my shiny new clubs. I’m making it.
Well, that is until I hit hole 11. Then on what should have been a nice little pitch shot, my arm rebelled. Don’t know if I hit the ground or what, but my left hand lost all power. I couldn’t even grip the club.
Needless to say, my day of golf was over. Wrapped my arm in cooling rags, I rode out the rest of the course in the cart.
So Mike and I decided these new clubs weren’t such a good idea. We took them back that night and exchanged them for women’s clubs, light and more what I was use too. Lesson learn…stay tune for the next course.