I have always been a pretty strong bunker player. A friend of mine who played collegiate golf and went on to be a club/teaching pro gave me a lesson when I was quite young and it stuck. So, it is PAINFUL for me to watch my wife in the trap. It's ugly. But how do you spell divorce? S-P-O-U-S-A-L-G-O-L-F-I-N-S-T-R-U-C-T-I-O-N.
So, it was of great interest to me when I was walking out of my mom and dad's garage the other day and spied an Alien Ultimate Wedge in my mom's now defunct set of clubs. It was quite the coincidence because I had never heard of one before just a few days earlier when my friend was raving about his dad's. Well, I took it captive and put it in my wife's bag.
The first time she used it, she sucked. Same with the second, third, fourth, and fifth. Exasperated, I violated my rule of providing golf tips to my wife (particularly on the course) and went down into the sand to show her how to use her new wedge. I threw down four balls. Now watch what I do here.
First ball: thinned about 20 yards over the green. "Okay, don't do that."
Second ball: chunked. It remained in the bunker.
Third ball: over the green by about 10 yards.
Fourth ball: right beside the third.
I looked at her and said, "That club is the devil's club. As you were."