Today I attempted to try figure out my range with the various clubs in my bag. An hour and a half and 3.5 large buckets of balls later, I learned that less can be more when you’re trying to accomplish a goal on the driving range.
“Range” as I defined it was how far I hit the ball making good contact with somewhat decent form – not swinging like the Incredible Hulk or counting the several horrible shots that didn’t really go anywhere. All the while I tried to stay focused on controlling my backswing and keeping my left arm straight. I started through my irons and used about half a bucket each on my pitching and sand wedges, aiming for the flag on the driving range 106 yards out. I used my iPhone to make a note of what I was seeing…
SW — 75 yards
PW — 105 yards
I picked up the pace on my second bucket and made it through my 8- and 9-irons and 7-hybrid. The results were more frustrating than satisfying because I can’t seem to get close to any kind of consistency as far as where the ball goes. I found that when I relaxed and stopped gripping the club so hard, my shots often improved. I took some more notes….
9-Iron — 110 yards
8-Iron — 105 yards
7-Hybrid — 120 yards
At this point, my body was starting to feel a little tired and my hands were a little sore. But I still wanted to get through the rest of my clubs, so I took a quick break to buy two more large buckets of balls. When I started into the fourth bucket of balls with my 5-wood, I began to question how much progress I was really making – I couldn’t seem to hit the ball any farther with my 5 than with my 7…
6-Hybrid 145
7-Wood 150-155
5-Wood 150-155
By now I had developed a large blister on the pad of my right thumb and it was making squishing noises with each swing. But I was so close to finishing… stubbornness prevailed and I asked the nice guys at the pro shop for some Band-Aids so I could get through my 3-wood and driver.
Looking back, the sun must have gotten to me – I have no idea why this seemed like a good idea. I flailed my way through have a bucket with the 3-wood and the situation degenerated beyond repair. I was hitting all grounders, trying not to touch any of my blisters, now numbering three. If you’ve seen the episode of The Office when Andy flayed his hands raw practicing for a round with a big customer, you’re starting to get the picture. (See the whole episode here – it’s really funny. http://www.hulu.com/watch/19502/the-office-job-fair)
A couple guys had started hitting balls next to me in the last five minutes or so. I gave them the remainder of the balls and was about to stagger home to nurse my wounds, but I hear a “Wait. Can offer you just one tip, just one?” I know the guy was trying to be nice, but I was already well aware that those last few swings were horrendous and not much he could have said would have made a difference. “You need to keep your wrists straight – that’s why you have blisters.” I just said thanks and trudged towards home… the wrists and the blisters were both products of the rookie mistake of staying way past any window of productivity. Lesson learned – golf takes patience and the investment of practice over time. Hopefully these blisters won’t take long to heal.