This week my father and I went to the driving range. Being the avid golfer that I am (I took Golf in college...impressed aren't you?) check out my amazing form above!
My clubs are an old set that belonged to my brother and have taken up permanent residency in the trunk of my car. That might be because I am too lazy to carry them up to my apartment and I am not sure if I even have room in my closet to store them. My golf bag, which is a lovely shade of red, belonged to my late Uncle Brad who passed away in the 70's. So needless to say my equipment is "vintage."
The last time I went to the driving range was about three years ago when I still lived in Ventura. That was the infamous outing in Carpinteria when I realized I was hitting balls with Oprah Winfrey's boyfriend Stedman Grahman. We shared a moment.
As I said earlier, I am an amazing golfer. This is evidenced in the above picture that shows the black marks that my ball made when it would go careening into the wall immediately after connecting with my club. At least I connected with the ball, right?
Here's Dad taking a swing at it!