One afternoon while gazing out of my office window I noticed a very large man taking an equally large cut at practice ball after practice ball. Second, I love gazing down the range line and watching swings.
Every swing is unique, and nowhere is that truer than on the practice range.
So upon seeing this behemoth from afar, I strolled down to the range to get a better look. After a few smacks, he turns and asks if I would like to take a whack or two with his driver. The grip was so thick I had to use a baseball grip just to hang on to the thing. When I got myself aligned, I found myself standing so far back that I was on the mat behind the one that the ball was teed up on. The swing I took felt like forever because of the length of the club, and it felt heavy, not to mention stiffer than a board.