I once played at a very nice country club in the US and got a little carried away in the pro shop. It was a bit like Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack - I didn't quite go for the naked lady tees, but I did buy an incredibly expensive driver that had a head on it nearly as big as my own inflated noggin.
I arrived on the first tee kitted out like the world's number one golfing pimp and proudly revealed the new driver (I was playing with some very important clients). A couple of extravagant practise swings and I teed it up nice and high and stepped up to smash the cover off the ball. Halfway down the backswing I had completely lost control of the clubhead and the resultant shank not only sounded like a gun going off, it was so bad it nearly brained a member of the next group waiting by the first. It shot past them into the long, marshy grass by the tee - lost ball, no doubt.
"New club" I blushingly mumbled to my grinning golf partners as I teed it up again, "I'll hit a provisional". This time I thought I'd just take a three quarters swing in an attempt to control the wrecking ball headed beast, and I remembered Ben Hogan's famous old adage 'Relax, don't grip the club too hard'. This time I mixed it up with a complete airshot, and the top heavy club flew out of my hands and arced gently, albeit impressively, into the lake on the other side of the tee.
I walked that hole, followed by my colleagues in the buggy and the echoing guffaws of the following group. Another triumph.
I once played at a very nice country club in the US and got a little carried away in the pro shop. It was a bit like Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack - I didn't quite go for the naked lady tees, but I did buy an incredibly expensive driver that had a