Did you every hit a golf drive perfectly? I did and that is the last time I went golfing.
My experience with golf was limited to par-three courses. On those courses, usually less than 200 yards a hole, one used an iron to get to the green and a putter to finish the hole. I could use irons and putters but any club with wood at the end of it and I was lost.
One Summer day during college break, I went golfing with two friends on a par 72 course. It wasn't my idea but I decided to give it a try. So, I picked up the bag of clubs from the garage and we were off. That bag contained a couple of woods, irons, putter and the dreaded driver. The 8th and 9th holes are the only ones I remember from that day. I had just teed off at the 8th hole with a wood and sliced the ball sharply into the woods. Normally, I would tee off with an iron but I thought I wood try the wood. That's all I remember from the 8th hole.
Next was the 9th. It was a 300 yard hole with an elevated tee. As we looked down to the green, we saw two golfers on the green putting out and one waiting in a golf cart just off the front of the green. It was my turn to tee off and I was waiting for the trio to clear the green. The other members of my threesome told me to tee off because I wouldn't get anywhere near the green. They jokingly said anyone on an adjacent hole was in danger not the threesome on the green. I thought about it and walked over to the bag and pulled out the driver. I was determined to keep it in the fairway even if I had to dribble it 50 yards. I took a measured swing and hit the ball. No grass was flying, no dirt, no divot. I looked to each side to spot my ball and couldn't see it. Where'd it go? I asked. My friends said it was still going in the air and straight for the green. We all watched it head for the green . . . and that golf cart. The three of us began yelling fore at the golfers in front of us. And then it happened. My ball landed, not in the fairway and not on the green. It landed on that golf cart a few feet from hitting the guy in it. I had driven the ball about 290 yards on the fly directly at the hole--with my driver. If the golf cart hadn't been there, the ball would have rolled close to or into the hole before it stopped. All of us were stunned. The threesome in front of us couldn't believe the ball came from the tee. My threesome--including me--couldn't believe the ball came from me.
I don't remember if we finsihed the last nine holes that day. If we did, I don't remember anything about them. All I can see is that ball banging off that gold cart and nearly beaning someone. That was it. When I got home, I put the bag of clubs in the garage and never took them out again.