OOps! I Did.nt Mean To Kill My Driver

 Let me tell you a little story.  When you get to my age and with all the life saving drugs that I have been prescribed to me to keep my existence going, you have to make frequent visits to certain facilities.  These visits do not stop when you are on the thirteenth hole.  When it hits, you must discontinue what you are doing and head for the nearest comfort facility. I'm sure many of you share my lot. 

This particular incident happened to me about a month ago.  The bathrooms on our course are located one between the third and fourth holes and the second is located between the twelfth and thirteenth hole right next to the thirteenth tee. On a fine Saturday morning we had reached the thirteenth hole and it was that time again. In order to speed things up, I took my driver into the restroom along with me so that I would not have to go back to the golf cart when I finished using the restroom. This all seemed logical and I have done this many times.

Well, this particular visit was different.  I sort of miscalculated the length of my driver shaft. I went into the restroom with my driver and heard a loud crunch when the door closed.  I had just murdered my driver. The shaft got caught in the door as it closed and broke in half.  Darn, I really loved that driver.  What do I do now?

I finished the round using my wife's Cobra driver.  But that was just a temporary fix and my wife was not going to turn loose of her Cobra.  What do I do now? I have a perfectly good Taylormade R-15 club head but no shaft or grip. 

I want to make this point very clear.  I love my wife very much, but she is an equipment horse.  I can't tell you the equipment changes she has made in the last couple of years with regard to drivers and shafts.  Let's not even go into her litany of choices as far as her favorite ball and I probably will save that for another post.  Needless to say we have several shafts, all ladies flex of course, hanging around the house. I had to bite the bullet and put one of those shafts on my driver.  I would have kept the fact that it was a ladies shaft from my buddies that I play with but that was impossible.  The shaft is a bright pink.  Oh well, I did hit the crap out of the club with that shaft.  However, it was now my time.  It was time for me to go on the search for a new driver.