ive been finding myself with not much to say lately but thats ok i guess. anyway, we went to the driving range today which was fun but ended up being a pain. when we got there there was this old lady trying to give away this manx kitten, pretty cute lil thing really. anyway we went in and got our bucket-o-balls and went out underthe canopy to shag some (golf balls that is). not much really happened for a while, i figured out i was using a 7 wood instead of a 1... really odd cause you dont see them much. no wonder i kindof sucked. maybe thats just me cause my back started hurting too. i got a break when my dad sent me inside to get a golf glove cause i didnt have one. the dude had no idea what he was doing but still picked the right size on the first try, lucky bastard. so went back out in the heat and continued shagging. of course my hands were getting sore but that was of no consequence for that one of seven times i would supa-shag one about 200-250 straight to center. most of the time i just shagged hookers or sliced the bitch but that was ok. even though i could hit it farther theres an old airplane out about 125 that we all try to hit, theres an old short school bus with the windows half down the same distance out on the other end that i shagged a ball into last year... it was sweet. so i eventually bounced one that popped the plane, yay me, no pressure anymore anyway. the wierd thing was how badly i can hit a ball. im right handed so naturally i stand and try to hit the ball to my left, makes sense. well i managed to hit about 8 straight forward into the short lil wall separating myself from my sister who ended up being freaked out by it. i managed to hit one that went directly behind me... not sure how that happened. the strangest one i hit was real low, low enough and sharp forward enough that it hit the inside of my ball pit and went out to my right, out of the canopy and almost smacked a kid walking to his car... oh well, he gave the ball back. among other things my sister in front of my was swinging really hard with bad form and looked dangerous with the club. i was about to ask her not to let go with one hand lest she hit me behind her with it but didnt and sure enough, next swing she lets go of the club that goes flying off behind her out into the range about 25 yards away (about twice how far the ball went)... now we had to stop the game so she could go run get the club. sigh... well after holding my club for an hour nonstop shagging those balls, combined with the fact that i hadnt golfed in a long time... i managed to get about 5 blisters on my hands with 4 balls left. the club was rotating from hitting the ball with the end of the club head and ripped a swath of skin off my finger. of course i finished the balls and went inside to wash my hand while my sister threw another club. so sorry i missed it. so ahh yes, the fun of the driving range. i always gain a lot. like a sore back, a bandaged hand, and only slightly more pride. maybe i should try tennis more... umm no, maybe later. sorry for the inuendoes... peace