Yesterday one of my buddies lost a ball in an area of grass which had a bunch of clippings. We were trying to find his ball by dragging our clubs through the clippings to see if the missing ball was underneath them when his wedge hit my new Dornoch Putter. It put a big ding in the face. Boy am I a sad camper right now.
Just before that happened my other pal was telling the guy who hit my putter with his wedge that my putter was the most beautiful putter he’d ever seen. Boo hoo. I’m on suicide watch now…