I loved the movie Signs … and the sci-fi 1951 film The Day the Earth Stood Still (like my game today).
Anyway, Coach decides a few weeks back that a small oak tree is in serious drought condition. He makes a heroic and selfless decision to improve its plight. In that effort he discovers a Ping Driver—a “coyote club,” if you will, out in the middle of nowhere opposite the tee on 13. Clearly, it was from decades ago (and we date it back to that long ago from the model, condition of the grip, and accumulation of dirt and dust attached to it). No kidding, he finds a driver! We all saw it, watched him as he climbed down from the small hill and examined it like it was a fossil.
Well, it was and is a fossil. Obviously, someone not at all enamored of the club went rogue and flung it into the forest. I wonder how many animals walked by it, shaking their head and making rude gestures at it. Coach, whom we all know is all about curiosity, decides he’s going to try to drive a ball with this, this relic. He tees a ball up after reconditioning the club with a towel, takes his stance, and proceeds to smack his yellow orb farther than his regular driver (Mike’s ex) ever hoped for. Some days later, on the same hole, he hits what can only be described as a missile down to the jars, parallel to the last bridge on the right. This was not a wind-aided ball flight. This was a power-fade of epic proportions!
A close examination of the club shows that it was for sale at some point (the price tag faded to barely readable and wrapped around the neck offered it used for $15.99). I exaggerate not! He has used it every round since the discovery; he won’t use anything else!
Hole13 has some special spirit and affection/affliction for Coach Hart—the film shank, the perfect bullet into a small hole in that tree, and of course The Ping Thing. It might have stayed there for decades, centuries! But no!
Perhaps there are no coincidences …
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