Actually, it's not a panel, it's one pathetic guy looking for a column idea. This man has, after all, opened a Christmas package from a well-meaning friend and found a set of singing head covers. Your correspondent has also received a package of mint flavored tees. Clever, huh' Perfect for that golfer who has everything except friends with IQs above 50. If swallowed, these tees can give you indigestion.
Clubs are personal.
He's looking at a set of irons in the pro shop that incorporates all the latest technology, the hottest of the hot, the same clubs his PGA TOUR favorite is playing. He picks one up and looks at it, hefts it, waggles it and his eyes glisten. He is certain that if he had those clubs, they would knock three shots off his handicap before he ever got them out of the box. He tells you those are the clubs he wants, even writes it down so you will make no mistake when you go to the pro shop to buy them for his Christmas present. You go, look at them, ask the price and say you'll think about it.